ONE WORD~
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By; pd

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years
And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See, My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever
Concorde...

Here, the Leaves Engulfed themselves
in Glorious Golden Symphonies
Here, the Trickling and Tepid waters
Silked over Smooth Stones
Here, is where we Lay for Hours,
Together under oaks shadow
Here, you enjoyed brief Slumber as
I Ran my fingers through your Hair.
and it is
here, I keep you Sacred, as I lie
Alone within the Shade.

sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse
Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning
and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly
approachable. [1]
[1] Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze. A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face. The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence. A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around. A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs. Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck. Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine. The trees --
appearance. Altogether so. Oh well.
Quiet. Steady. Sturdy. Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.

She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave.
She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.
She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.
She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...
Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed,
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised.
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate? If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us.
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow.
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you.
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.

Imagine lakes of dreams
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose
Or touch another soul
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this
Because that's what life brings.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.
Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?
Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.
Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.
Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.
Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?

Wooden paths I seek forlorn,
I miss the smell where I was born.
The coolest air of blossoms bloom
no longer wait for me to loom.
No canopy to be my roof ~
now ashes scattered under hoof.
I had to leave I couldn't stay,
they took upon themselves that day:
destroying what I miss the most ~
My home,
now just a charcoal ghost.

The tree outside the window was bare,
its branches black thrust through the air,
like a nightmare in daylight lingers,
its branches resembled evil fingers.
The sky behind was stony gray,
it looked like it might rain that day,
I briefly wondered why I'd woke,
sat up in bed and lit a smoke.
So quiet is it by the lake!
My ears felt hollow, began to ache,
a city girl, I'm used to sound,
the ambient noise of a busy town.
What if I'd turned the TV on,
would the vacuum inside the room be gone?
The cat, I noted, was fast asleep,
a lump beneath the quilts and sheet.
I glanced again at the blank TV,
then looked once more at the skeletal tree,
it seemed to sigh as if forlorn,
just waiting for Spring to be reborn.
For a moment, I just sat and stared,
the sky so gray, the tree so bare,
stark silhouette of black on gray,
the tomb-like silence where I lay.
These turned my mind to darker things,
my boring job, the fatigue it brings,
scattered off-days wasted sleeping,
life-force through my fingers seeping.
Sleep all day and work all night,
wonder if there's an end in sight,
keep a brave face so they won't see
how this schedule's killing me.
Just then I saw a flash of red,
though depressed, I raised my head,
A cardinal sat and cocked his head,
the black, the gray, the brilliant red.
I see the beauty in the starkness,
a flash of hope among the darkness,
this perfect scene a gift to me,
the genius, its simplicity.
And as I felt my depression lift,
God granted me another gift.
He knew just how to ease my woes,
before my eyes, it began to snow.
It's snowed so rarely in my life,
each memory's sharper than a knife,
the cardinal flutters in the tree,
and shakes me from my reverie.
The magic of life is quiet and subtle,
the bud of a rose, a mirror-like puddle,
the magic is there if you let yourself see,
like the snow swirling 'round the bird in the tree.

I bent over to touch my toes
and the ground tore open like a backbone.
I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars,
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.
Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees,
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]
The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.
I dared to taste oblivion,
and the sky swallowed me.
My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming,
but inside out.I bent over to touch my toes,
and my spine tore open;
the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
like the tines of forks.
I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
but I only found where I end.

My days are long and my nights longer still
As I sit here watching this little pill
Will it remove the gloom I feel inside
Or will it just provide a chance to hide
When it wears off, am I back to square one
With an even greater gloom to take on
I have tried all the normal avenues
Yet I still continue feeling the blues
What is it that I really need to do
To rid this gloom and become myself true
Deep inside me, there's a fighting spirit
Saying to face this gloom and conquer it
Connecting with Nature provides an ease
Listening to the sound of a gentle breeze
While it's passing through the surrounding trees
Serenading them with the rustling leaves
I shall draw my strength from the divine source
In whose awareness I do not feel lost
I know I shall overcome finally
And once again my spirit shall be free
We all love you, Linda!
You Shall Overcome!
12/7/2014

When you have downfall on your mind chaos is all a mind can find, its time to change all the things you had held so deep inside, they cause rage, your trapped in while your caught up in the cage of life an easy life with out strife, no more pain or struggle inside a bubble and you want to make it burst, but first things first you know the times that come will be the worst, because its change you want, and you will taunt the ones who set the curse. They say if you want to change a little then its your choice, but if you want to change a lot they must first hear your voice, loud enough for all to hear, listen and all of the problems soon disappear, just know that the world can be a bleak one and people dont always listen so you cannot only speak once, so when the end is near you can look back at the goodtimes throughout all the years think about all the times and cheer, and thank god you lived this long and your still here. Be remembered only for the words you spoke, for you do not want to be invisioned inside a cloud of smoke, watch as they listen when you start to feel the choke on the thoughts about your life,a bad life, a black life, envoloped in fear you were hoping that the man would hear, and maybe take a listen, to diamonds in your mind as you watch them glisten. finally move to a position, and open your ears and let your mind be clear, and hear the wisdom spoken from the person on the otherside of the mirror, society sobriety with out a clue just sit and ponder at the deepest thoughts that are revealed in you...

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean.
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)
Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)
Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night.
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)
Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)
Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)
You will never be what anyone wants.

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me
The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past
All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend
No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea
If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more

I can feel it in my nose,
I can feel it in my fingers,
I can feel it in my toes,
My certain end currently lingers.
I've lost my will to fight,
Bitter cold despite my blanket.
Maybe because the covers white,
Not sure how much longer i can take it.
Lost and forgotten,
No idea were I lay.
A rock in place of cotton,
Snow in place of hay.
I look to the Flurry
Contemplating its power.
My mind fills with fury,
On my final hour.
When I try to move all I do is cry,
For when lost in winter your only option is die.

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !

This is my life, don't you see
Pure jealousy has taken over me
My wings clipped and my neck broken
The demon inside of me has awoken
You left me heart and soul for the last time
Your words spoken as I caused the true crime
My body dies down and the cold breaks me down
Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown
My lungs seize to take in more air
But i tell myself... he doesn't care...
I take my last breath and close my eyes
My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries
They all stand around and look down at me there
Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair
An untimely death was one I was destined to behold
But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold
Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black
The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack
Lowered below the ground my body is taken
Never again for the butterfly to awaken

You’ve maddened me to the core
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate
We’re contrary to each other…
So don’t even think about
Getting us back together
Because without a doubt,
We don’t click with each other…
So let us go our own way…
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…
I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?
So let us prepare for that day…
Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime
You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish?
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue
Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…
I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown?
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why?
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.
Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.
A small weed muscles the crack larger;
hiding in its shade,
making earth powder as it drinks the last dew.
It peeks up to bathe in the heat brought here on foul breath.
Inhaling into dry nostrils,
it leaves the earth gasping,
weary of filtering the particles that were once our home.

The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows
colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst
enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.
My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
as if in return for the love and beauty you feel
hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~
The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding
The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength
whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose
For I am your God your existence is not over yet .
You must Live ~You must Bloom

I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”
*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *
~M.M.M

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Darkness is upon us, let it creep upon you like the ghost of the stale blue night.
Let it find you in your most time of need, but let It not destroy you in its fight.
Because night is upon us, and it waits to find you like its prey.
Just may it be where your cold bones lay in the pits of despair.
Let it be where your last breath is taken in its cold lips of air.

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?

Your glorious emerald eyes
Glisten in the moonlight
Glisten in the moonlight
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved...
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow
We're glistening in the moonlight
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon!
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal
I roam inside of your illuminating maze
Glow on... sunshine...
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6)
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you...
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over
The locust plaque.....
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view
I can see your blood boiling
through the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my lungs;
your words seek like bullets
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it…
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew.
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same
these 28 days,
but now I’m f_ckin A__hole
Aunt Floe gave me that name.
She said get out my face
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by
What was said before.
I love you
With her glossy eyes
I knew it was true,
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love
To live my life like in a pit.
This is horrible sh_t
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent.
You could be laughing
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue a week.
And that ain’t gone happen
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable rage,
She locked herself
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk. ?

I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me.
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.
Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -
Left were the
dancing curtains
together with the late sunset wind.
Tiny golden flecks
imprinting on the soft white
laces and trims.
Catching shadow images
of the last rays of brilliance,
blending slowly in yellow embers,
forming orange coals,
turning into sunkissed glow
of a sad goodbye.
Then,
ever so softly fading
into dullness and cloudless cold.
And as the night falls,
its shadowy self dances
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still
for what is left.
No traces of the sun
whose magnificence and radiance
had touched the leaves of laughter
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking,
early had the mind sensing.
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness
the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown
by someone I wish I had known.
If only I could frolic
where little lads had been early today -
in the meadows,
by the pond,
along the shores,
around friendly trees and smiling flowers,
with the meadowlarks and chirpy games,
I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day,
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn.
If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun,
I'd give away anything.
ANYTHING.
Just for something this grand.
The mind wills but the heart groans.
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles.
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly, I could catch the sun.

Storms above me, storms below,
Storms of violence, Storms of sadness,
Storms of anger
Storms of people laughing,
mocking my existence
Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights
of hope and friendship echoes
Through the storms
The storms surround me night and day
No land sight Poseidon’s rage is all I see
No mercy found, twix’t night and day
But for the brief repast
The gift night brings
To weather the storms
I travel unseen, unheard
Past those who give
the storm its powers
To the places in my dreams
Where night and day are side by side
And Wolves gather
below the moons
Midday and night, to sing
Their songs of peace
Of legends from long ago
Of loyalty to their pack
And the fight to survive.
To weather the storms
I look to the wolves
As a cub, to the mother
The strong live to be the hunters
Whilst the weak
become the prey
The storm takes all
Partial to none it hunts
One by one, boat by boat,
all fall to the storm
Human, Animal, Angel, Demon,
the storm resides in us all
waiting to take hold
to drag us to its depths
when hope is gone
darkness rules
until the Light is found
hope is gone

I can act insane
But DO NOT
Make me feel worthless
I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation
Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee
I can act like an
Adult, but I’d
Prefer to have joy…
Not stress…
That piles upon us in our
Everyday lives
Being childlike is
A rare beauty –
No one prizes it…
No one came across it…
In this lifetime…
I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine
Renew my young heart
Give me the ability
To kill the old man…
I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs
By my future generation
I beg of you –
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy
I’ll still have pieces of a child in me
And pass it on to my future generation…

Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

Written August 21, 2013
There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed
But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red
She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…
**chorus**
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh…
Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I’m failing
*chorus*
I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…
I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…
*Chorus*
Splintering lies fill your heart
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall…
*chorus*
Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold
Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares
Answer our prayers & block out the night
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise
The Sweet Chariot awaited
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away
They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running
Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor
Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience
Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!
I still hear crying in quilts of safety
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it

Nacreous trees
reach into goldenrod skies
autumn wheat hissing, envious!
Tassels of crown hang, lifeless.
Queen of a barren kingdom
where silver suns trek horizons,
never in reach for the looking glass
to swallow, and reflect,
inside out.
Another sunrise sets
all as the pearl harvest eclipses behind,
the apple of her eye.

Nature's beauty soft and sweet
And sunlight shining on each flower;
Although my love shall not compete
My heart beat fails this waiting hour:
Shall I relate you to a dying day?
Do you fall like light does in the West?
For although it rises high in East
I find I like the darkness best.
Cynical and harsh, your veil,
Displaying what is known as cruel..
But my sweet and natures softest set
I know you swim in sorrows pool.

Sleeping during the day,
staying awake at night;
opposite rhythm does harm,
I gulp down strong coffee...
my body shakes like leaves
blown by a chilly breeze.
I don't wonder where
the spotty moon went;
I ponder on words:
leaking fate to loss...
loneliness to cost.
Owls look too sad
without moon rays;
they have no friend...
would that be me?
They know that
opposite
rhythm does harm.
They feel
fear, then
flee.

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will
It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill
Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past
Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last
This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me
To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen
How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official
Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale
It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see
The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me
The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five
Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive
Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed
Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void
As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day
I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played
We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find
Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind
He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed
Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked
We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago
They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows
This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will
No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

The sky slowly grows dark
Like a seeking, creeping, shark.
Moving shadows disappear, but something
ominous and wicked is near.
It holds promises of fear my dear.
Leaves commit to a dance
as if well organized and not by chance.
Will circumstance meet your demise or
will it be a complete and unexpected surprise?
From the ground comes a moaning, groaning sound.
drumming, pounding, on your head.
Like the heartbeat of the long ago dead.
A wise individual once said,
it is the curtain of our mind that reflects our dread
making it real and not pretend.
The next time your fears begin to rise
Look within the window of your head
And shove them out until they are dead.

I'm so listless with the rain
for the dreams I cannot attain
trapped within this dwelling
a story not worth telling
a notion that perhaps "I'm insane"
puddle upon puddle does flood
as the hill side turns to mud
this wound trapped within
a song of doom once again
for now a dreary river of blood
behind the window I gaze
at muted sight in a haze
will inspiration arrive
in sunbeams that contrive
or will my life drown in a maze
________________________________
Contest
"I Am Bored With____"
Poet ~ Rick Parise

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face
So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go
Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea
Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky
Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry
Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts
Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea
Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see
You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee
No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee
In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be
No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee
Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea

Hurrying and rushing even at eight,
usually just to avoid been late.
been doing this for a while and I am so accurate,
the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate,
the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate,
so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate,
through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight,
none present yet, not even a mate.
I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait,
and this I terribly hate,
I do not even know for how long I can tolerate.
Then one day, I deviated from my usual line.
In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine,
not giving a damn even if I reached at nine,
watching the passers-by smile so fine,
up the sky the Birds happily dine,
moving in groups like flying swine.
Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign
that my Job intoxicated me like wine
and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind.
The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen.
The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene,
showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean,
and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean.
Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature
and the photo on it gave a nice gesture,
initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature,
but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture,
as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture"
Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear,
It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share.
Looking like one big Apple green and clear.
Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear,
not observing all these is worse than to err,
and making me feel Nature was never near,
this is a burden I am about to bear.
How on Earth can I explain this?
It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss,
crying intensely like my niece,
is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.

Concrete jungle, rats and cats
Illuminated cats eyes traps draw us in
Grin when you fall no applause when you win
Jungle Life with jungle things
Food is scarce though greed is breeding
No Lion in sight, Tigers died from the fight
Eyes appear dim darkness steering you in
Want is need, need not want
No one cares for believing
Jungle days Jungle sunset
Watch where one places there feet for some step
too far and the jungle is no more
This jungle has but a one way door
For once was free and all so clear
In the jungle now nothing appears
But concrete jungle, rats and cats
A song without substance no beat no clap
For once was free and all so clear
The inhabitants of the jungle made the jungle disappear

Speckled Mist
Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
Large enough to consume our world
Then as if connected to an invisible cord
All become stiff as an old iron board
More beauty than could ever be caught
Its multitude could never be bought
The force of it all becomes unstoppable
Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
Watching all things stiff
Starts forming a speckled mist
Within a dark green hiss
It's a piranhas kiss
Thats what that is
And out of the violet mane
There hearts open souls untamed
From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
Within a males pyist
It's love not in a grist
It just keep forming out a name
Once again eyes wide open love without game

2,
Bourne loosely through the chill gusts,
Disordered fragments of summer's life go hurried by,
Harried to their last resting places
Into piles of brittle, browning drifts
Scattered on the stiffening ground.
A cold sun, coursing ever more briefly
Across these hard, blue-white skies,
Presides above a sleeping landscape steeped in dying hues,
The last fanfare of the greens of life
Draining now into starkness
As nature sheds her flesh and slows
To pose in cold stillness between her cycles
Of life and death,
Waiting, as winter's uncertain, barren bride.
In the house where the anger rang against the walls
The red thoughts of their minds have burnt away
To leave behind that sour feeling
That sinks to sorrow
Now that pride has stepped in to break the bridges
Of charity they might have built back to one another.
Between them those virtues which bind us all together,
The formalities and incidents
The long parade of small things that make up a shared life,
Go on together as always, in smooth procession day to day
The image of harmony exists,
Though not its substance.
They know from this the weight of the awkward silences
Falling between them now and again
Dropping like stones into the deepening pools
Of unspoken discontents forming in their hearts;
The ripples of sadness climbing in widening rings
To skim the surfaces of their speech
As the breezes blown down through the sapphire sky
Tear the detritus of summer's corpse from its enfeebled moorings
And fling the bits of yesterday's blazing beauty
Into pell-mell drifts against foundations and sills,
As spark-scattered frosts gather more thickly
With every lengthening night.

Me, look at me
In my background of gloom
I'm barely alive
In natures front room
I feel like the tree
In naked surround
Bruised torn and battered
On soiled life's ground
I used to stand tall
So proud of me
Now I wither and age
In bleak's misery
The tolling of my bell
Like thunder to the tree
We appear to be in sync
So troubled and nearly free
Pillars we are and always
In our peripheral
Born we are of creation
Who said it would be a ball
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My only companions are my dreams
my only friends Who call out for me
their voices a melody for me to fallow
save me my friends from this Dark World
Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark
and when make love to the dark embracing
it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control
Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save
Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists
To speak a truth one does not want to hear
And still make them hear tote truth
Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits
Those elusive things some call souls
Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse
Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them
I feel the hands brush against my skin
As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it
and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER
,and from the masters I learn lore and flight
for though I have no wings still I fly with them
Trees teach of patience
And the earth’s presence and how to care her
Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots
As my branches wither
Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None
Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart,
it’s betrayals, loves, comforts
how to guard the heart, and still feel
for they know best, its mysterious ways
Whilst my heart, mind and body scream
Scream for release from this reality
To dreams and the worlds found
through their doorways
Call out to me my friends
save me from those who ridicule me
who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh
Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have
cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments
I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel
I know not how long I have left
For my blood screams for vengeance
To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies
where none but you can reach me
SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!!
I long for your embrace your fiery breath
the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine
the pack running singing the songs
that change me to your likeness
the sleep where my heart lies in your hands
as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles
leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries
giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened
you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom
and the peace you bring me
please come open the doorway
to the forests and the fire moors
save me my friends

as we face the end of the music,
faced with mistaken thrills.
as teh agenda of a destiny unfolds;
better left to be untold,
about the aftermath trauma,
livelihood in the hood drama.
situations that are just not scenery;
sweat of blood with every tear,
packs a punch with every tear,
full of weariness,
not to mention teardrop mixed with blood.
not even novacane can stop the hurt of the clot;
missing the thrill of the aftermath showdown,
missing pieces of morality not shown.
like beating down the edge of a clef note,
rare but possible to do.
unworthy throw down faced with a mistake,
with unknown meaning of teardrop blood is at's stake.
unfulfilled unworthy desire pass you by,
self eanial worthy,

The Woman Named Fire
The eternal woman named Fire
Eternal but not immortal
Her life remains a fragile gift
Given by God yet owned by man
Her brightness fills the dark sky
Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between
Her skin evokes romance and fear
The pit is her prison
Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight
She is held captive by remaining embers
Her fingers reach to the skies
Grabbing the air as it rushes up
Hoping to be pulled away from her torture
Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke
Parts of her soul being ripped away
Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights
The more she fights
The more of herself is ripped away
But with all the pain
All the torture she never gives up
In the end her spirit is wasted
Destroyed by her efforts
Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal
Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke
Her hopes are the last few burning embers
But alas the woman named Fire is dead
And nothing remains

He walks at night,
It sleeps by day,
Basking in the moonlight,
Or so they say,
With the form of a wolf,
And the soul of a man,
With a tale that can move,
And a mind that can plan,
With a coat of gray hair,
And eyes always crying,
People seem to care,
People are always lying,
He howls at the moon,
So desolate and sad,
Good times go too soon,
As did all that he had,
Living in the woods,
So far from redemption,
Plagued by dark thoughts,
Too many to mention,
The gray wolf walks alone,
Carrying his past,
All that he called his own,
Found it hard to last,
Staring at the clouds,
And standing in their rain,
Find no relief from his constant pain,
Such a doleful look,
Calls on the heart to bleed,
Life gave and then it took,
All that he came to need,
So he rises to go,
Lonely, though no one cares,
As if they didn't know,
Lone wolves don't come in pairs.

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!"
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat
He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face
I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.
It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.
And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.
For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.

THE THRONE
In days gone by, as I recall my youth,
some memories at best I find uncouth,
and I'd as soon my mind forget
although it surely hasn't yet,
this greatest fact of life and bit of truth;
there set a one room shanty old and gray,
with just a path that led out to its' way
just opening the only door
was something of a minor chore,
and once inside, the door it will not stay!
There was a catalog with pages tore
and on the seat, two holes with edges wore,
and why, I wondered, there were two,
when only one would surely do;
but I've not figured out what two were for.
The cracks between the boards let in the sun
to think upon until your job is done,
and solving lifes' complexities
is best done here, where no one sees,
and once inside, it's closed to everyone.
The greatest fun was in the dead of night
when winter's set in to its' freezing bite,
the snow it falls, the wind it howls
and excavation of the bowels
is best done in the day, to do it right.
No one has ever sat upon this throne
not contemplating all the things they've known,
and there should be a monument
to show the world where people went
to get relief, or just to be alone!

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)

It's not wintry bliss in January when lovely snow
turns into sheets of ice,
and tears run down everybody's burning eyes:
yell, " Winter, leave now! "
Unless you are a wild and playful kid,
and you like building a fat snowman
that looks very happy in the cool shade:
aren't winter days fun without any rain?
Falling snow on trees is truly breathtaking,
its the gelid wind that is not welcome by many,
that's why they go to warmer places hurrying:
it's their way of saying, " Winter, go away! "
Entered in Francine Roberts's contest,
" Winter Begone "
Written on 1/ 25/ 2013

_____________________________
I hiked down to my old fish'in hole
one BIG "Rainbow Trout" was my goal
got nothing but snags
lost a whole jar of eggs
and into the lake went my pole
____________________________

Written October 26, 2013
Love cries out from a songbird
On the first day of spring
And all the flowers bloom in the rain
And sunshine reigns
Over every boy and every girl
In this town that's driving me insane
On the first day of spring
The beginning of the end
Blue skies pulling me in
Along with all my friends
Rain shields the sun again
Alone in my room
I rescind
To the deepest depths of my soul
To sew back shut a hole
That will make me whole
I'm melting to the permafrost
How I feel so lost
In the world I used to call my own
Now I feel so alone
Without a house to call my home

Would I were a yellow bird,
No woes would be on me
I’d fly me past the Sawney roofs
And past the canopy,
O I’d fly so high above this earth
Above this great frontier,
You’d think me but a yellow bird
Just a-gone and disappeared.
I’d soar out into sunlit skies
Where the clouds have all gone home
And I’d soar out over churning tides,
Bleached white with briny foam
Well I’d soar above the lofty peaks
Of mountains gray and blue
Just to perch atop those crowns of rock
And sit in wait for you.
O I’d fly tomorrow if I could,
In fact I’d fly today,
But my wings have not grown strong enough
To fly me anyway
So here I’ll sit, atop this nest
These skies I’m doomed to roam
Would I were a yellow bird,
Then I would fly me home.

I’ve felt the seasons each with passing time
each with weather tuned to its own phase
winter brings a cold I may not survive
if it weren’t for warmth that comes in its own ways
some say what’s in the sky depends on what’s in your mind
but how can you light a fire when the rain won’t dry?
to me seems like a big thing to deny
in the long run, just a different way to lie
bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost
bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud the sky
spring is bright and warm on certain days
summer is the single most bold
autumn is bright and warm on certain days
they all bring their days of dark, dark cold
winter’s frost forms in ways unclear
many of these chills i cannot relieve
the other seasons hint its coming’s near
kinda like winter never leaves
bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost
bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud my sky

I, alone,
Have felt this pain
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address
I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams
WHY do the sun not shine on me?
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction
...all alone...
This solitude will
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown
I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine -
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what
I, alone,
Have experienced and felt your suffering...
You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way -
Are you willing to accept my offering?

From our humble roots, we have cherished this earth.
We have used it to fuel our lives, we see its' worth.
Earth, she has given us everything, yet we greed.
We don't respect her, it's always what we need.
How long do you think, you pollute our shores?
Because at one point, the Earth won't take it anymore.
All the luscious green she bears, will turn to brown.
Eventually, if we don't stop, there is no turning around.
This planet has a life, just like those who live here.
However no one stops, it won't be long, I fear.
The Earth will die, she will no longer breathe.
All the things we live on, she will take with her leave.
Then what will he have left, to thrive upon?
There will be nothing left, it will all be gone.
Don't even deny, what we are doing to this place.
We are all the killers, we all wield the mace.

She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist
temptingly.
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.

What the hell is Trans-gender?
Who are the judges appointed
To send these children into the dark
Without so much as a flashlight?
Why do the innocents have to suffer
For the ignorance of their elders
For the unconscious majority
Of the planet's population?
It is the way of the future
Our children will live there
With their genders identified
As an evolutionary process continues.
We question with furrowed eyebrows
We look with curiosity
We love unconditionally
We accept with faith.
Some of us will cry
For not understanding sooner
For allowing the suffering
That ended with suicide.
Some of us will understand
Before it's too late
That we hold the healing light
And the power of choice.

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through
I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts
She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.
I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone
When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past
Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world
She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black
She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean
She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun
She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…

The Winter Season
My body is crying, Fall is leaving
The sensitive moon is screaming
The stars is losing their nocturnal fans
Their admiring nights is disappearing
My body is yelling, Winter is coming
The lakes are complaining for visitors
The beaches are sadly missed by their vibrators
I desire my forestry strolls with my birthday suit
Which's so magnetic for the sexuals admirators
Against the cold season, we need the advocators
My body is trembling, my tears are frozen
In the forest, woods are selected by dozen
To create a warming fire with marshmallows
Even though the sweaters act like good citizen
My skin is metamorphosing like a flower wizen

A fragile mind breaks
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber
Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow
Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind
Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears
The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

Winter is also celibate. The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye. It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree. I couldn't have,
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
___
My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
___
The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother-
That I am haunting as raw love.

A tale of warning for these times
This world holds more than you will find
Until you stumble into mind
Within the woodland lost inside
As we awaken, into pain
The broken emptiness and shame
We will misplace our brightest flame
The self we journey to find again
In moonlit whispers, we brave the cold
With shadows stalking through the snow
Approaching a forest, so alone
Our spirit guide waiting at home
A wood that’s thickened by this night
Our sadness darkened in this light
We stumble forward, filled with fright
A movement swallowing our sight
Our senses count the crushing beat
A heart of ice beneath our feet
The path is hidden under sleet
These bonds of fear are now complete
Frozen, empty; ensnared by dread
We hear the haunting call of death
The forest living, we now see its depths
Our mind expanding to its breadth
Through hallowed pillars filled with eyes
Through water, fire, earth and sky
Entangled visions unravelling lies
Our fears will fade and sun will rise
In sunlit whispers, we’re no longer cold
Its flame begins to make us whole
We’re through the forest; not alone
Because we never left our home

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.
The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover.

(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).
Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes.
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.
Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie.
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society.
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.
Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone.
Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon.
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste
It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains
This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown
Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused

~Earthquake~
(Swap Quatrain)
It struck so hard and people died,
Happened so quick,many are dead.
The earth shook,took them all off guard.
And people died,it struck so hard.
Dredful picture,so much sorrow.
People crying,suffering shows.
Some lost it all and thats for sure.
So much sorrow,dreadful picture.
They need our aid and our prayers.
'Cause this pain is more than they bear.
Tragedy takes toll and they bleed.
Our prayers and our aid they need.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
January,15,2010
Author Notes:
Dedication poem to the people of Haiti.

When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold.
That frame of putrefying flesh,
Whose frail and lusty minds,
Have yielded to that lust from below.
When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold,
In which resides that diabolic soul
The Lamb gave each of us to control.

Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze:
think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver...
winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees
and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts,
don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness,
take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance...
gladly accept godly gifts without bows.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts
by remembering the days spent on sunny shores:
those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned...
go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored.
Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues?
It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!

The frigid air bites at my nose,
As I step outside for a smoke;
The pristine snow fills my boots,
And I snuggle deeper into my cloak;
A foot and a half in the last two days,
To me it seems surreal;
An icy droplet hits my neck,
And I let out a startled squeal;
I silently curse this dratted snow,
That froze my water pipes;
When I said it out loud my husband complained,
“That all you can do, is gripe”

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.
Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.
So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.
Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.
Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.
Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.
Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

En mass, a colossal fedora
covering entire islands
lunar eclipses
Move in constant rhyme
Pebbles the size of mighty thunderheads
And rivers with caps will not hold you back
Just a matter of time
swarm the meadows and the forests
leave clues but insufficient for the sleuth
invincible, not corrupt but not holy,
but why?
counter the swells
conquer the precipice
for the journey is inimitably divine
leap and bound
not hungry
unfeeling
unseeing
unmovable
untouchable
mortal
not corrupt but not holy,
but why?
get there
you will
like millions of flying squirrels
dancing on clouds
surmount
the highest of cliffs in the lightest of air
leap
to the next stone
fall and drift, tumble and glide
scurry in mid flight
oh your bellies must buckle
Oh why bounce your essence
off the rocks of the sea
bodies no more to be?
not corrupt but not holy,
but why?

Vision
Arising and perishing
in hasty retreat
the wheat
cycles forth
sallies forth
is young
green shoots
mature
rotting
old mold
in granaries
and minds strain
to comprehend
the sweep of action
betraying nothing
See the waving
seas of wheat
flowing
wind blown
seas of wheat
undulating
earth caressing
seas of wheat.
Change accelerates
and the mind state alters
in ascending tempo.
What was new today
new mornings
new ideas
suffocate
in pillows of light and shadow
and fog.
That which was
forceful
brilliant
shining forth
from the window
is hazy desolation
sand eroded
sorrow.
Wonder at this.
November 1970
Greeley, Colorado

To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
labor;
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a
denoument.

Break and bend to all you desire, feel it and taste the blind fantasy that you enjoy.
Break the concept of it being the taboo of nature and understand that it is nature that
guides your hand to the natural thirst of evolution.
Because you cry when you hurt, you bleed when it hurts but you laugh when all pain is
unbearable when it is complete. Let it be a lesson, for you might not get the same
education again.
Some do not have the same experience as you had, but it does not hide the fact that it is
a pleasure to those who would die for the same lifestyle.
Trust in me is to trust that all demons are angels.
We are all in a game of chess, who decides the concept and who controls the outcome, it is
a lifestyle ideal we all dream of and create stories of a desirable outcome.
We have the blood of good and evil and the knowledge of it, but not the fruit nor the taste.
I breath because I have no choice, I live because I hate blackmail and I will die because
I need to.
If I never died, then what's the point of living?
'The point of living means to suffer for past sins and old traditions.

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing
Cool breeze
Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction
The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed
But in the meantime,
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions
Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety
That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began

Words have no more Meaning
I find myself Deadlocked
In an Ethiopian Night
I Could go recklessly on
But with what Hope?
Will I Glide on?
The Only thing I can find is woe
only woe, only me, woe is me
Voided since the start
I'm contradictory in Armenia
desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers
pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain?
only pain, only me, pain is me

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done

How long, how tough
This world, just war
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.
Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.
I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?!

Save them
from the innermost of
the mind bewildered
the heart diminished
the voice demure to shout
Make them
collapse
with gloomy smile
Fake
intentions frail
of body and soul
promiscuous
Collide
Set free
a sage
in every word
on any page
display the sly wisdom
on vertiginous stage
Break
the rules
with detest for
the inferior manner
of callow honesty
for humane
Sake
Divide
Spare
the nightmare
noxious conqueror
contamination developed
through ferocious heart
in asinine mind
enveloped within rotten flesh
Take
advantage of their
sophomoric trust
sedated senses
and
amaurotic affections
Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride

I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it ,
Three week ends in a row
I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got
Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station
Then it's down the road for me
I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?
Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.
Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.
It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place
Is just over there..
If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.
I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.
Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.
We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.
As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..
I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.
Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.
I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.
I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see
That happens to be my mood.
Foot Note: Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling blizzard most
of the day. And it ended with a beautiful red sunset. No Church today and they
talk like more snow and rain for the next five days. And then more for next
weekend. That will be 4 weekends in a row. We call it Kansas weather. And you
wonder why my moody poem.

Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape.
This ‘backdrop’ if you will, in this play called life,
with His props that are free, they’re all within sight.
Look around – and then take a seat.
Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet.
Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do.
Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man.
Let your spirit be still and listen now. He’ll begin to direct you. You’ll soon see how.
Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within.
Breathe now child, you’ll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day.
Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind.
I send you My love through all that you see.
When you look around please think of Me.
No matter where or how far your day leads,
Come back to this place when you feel the need.
Your stage has been set, go out for My cause.
Give your love to others and feel my applause.
I gave you this life for a purpose you know.
To love and share, and continue to grow.
Walk with Me in the today’s and tomorrow’s.
My arms are yours in times of sorrow.
Remember I’m here, while awake or asleep.
I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep.
My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me!
Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall.
Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call.
It’s time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head.
Breathe again, you’re safe and sound.
Remember this morning? I’m all around!

when
the
heart
is
perched
on a branch
listening
to some
music
it doesn't
want to hear
and lets in
that stranger
it doesn't
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
wind
to carry it
to
a better place.

a rainy Monday
the sun refuses to shine
I spilled my milk at breakfast
then spent my last dime
my dog ran away from home
and still I wait for your call
By Rhonda Johndon-Saunders
Any Form/Theme One to Eight contest
Third place

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the creepy bells of the chapel ring
I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit
So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"

Those Distant African Nights...
1.
The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,
a cool breeze teasing your bare back,
streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,
as my hands stroked your hair,
kissing your soft mouth,
holding you,
ever so tight.
2.
You whispered that you loved me,
and I kept silent,
the rain fell,
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,
the breeze teased your naked back,
you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,
the rain washed over our tender nights,
lightning and candlelight,
etching poems on your burnished skin,
yet,
a fear gnawed at me,
deep within.
3.
We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,
now, after numberless thunderstorms,
the rain that falls,
echo the countless tears that I have shed.
4.
You are long gone,
far away,
happy, I pray,
yet the memories persist,
those precious moments shall never,
ever,
like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,
and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,
for it was I who was not worthy,
then,
and it is I who is not worthy,
now...
5.
You were always true,
it was I who always,
always,
refused to,
to give myself,
completely to you.

As the clouds walk our grounds
Falling rain plays the drummer
Peeking from the horizon
The sun rubs against my skin
Leaving a burn
Cars yell out of sight
Headlights wink in my eyes
I walk with a struggle
Getting by the wind
As it pushes me into a wall
Running through my body
My hair waves as the rain
Touches my face
Leaving fingerprints
My sweater wraps around my neck
The sleeves squeeze my body tightly
Loosing breath
My lungs crawl within me
Grabbing the air
Gripping it in refusal to let loose
My shirt unbuttoning itself
Letting me breathe
Telling me to open my eyes and seek
To peek at what taunts me
My hands throwing themselves in front
My teeth forcing to ask this unknown entity
what is this meant to be?
My toes grip the grass as it pulls me forward
My laces take hold of my ankles pulling me backwards
My eyes scratch open
I see this entity of darkness
I ask the wind to explain this haunting
The wind speaks aloud and says
You have refused your life
I blink three times
Open my eyes
I found myself underwater
Resulting of suicide

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing
Grace Wash Over Thee.
Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me,
the oil is filling up the sea,
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.

This town was the place we used to call our haven
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on
The stars were shining against your cherished soul
You’re a part of my belongings
You’re ascending above the ground
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found
I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed
You don’t agree with what you truly are
The sky is grieving
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea
Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around
I could tell you've been stressing out
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me
Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee together…despite the unwholesome weather
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory
Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me
Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up
Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around
You've been trying to keep a steady pace
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me
Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand?
I wish you a carefree
Future

River of Doom
Sad sight dry river, and twenty years ago it was
three metre deep and had trout. We caught some
with nets and, fried them on a small fire and felt
like cavemen. Delicious fish meat we ate with our
fingers. Every year I have seen the river getting
smaller even in the winter when it rains irregularly,
it is no more than a beck. There is no fish not even
the skeleton of children caught by a wall of water,
when it had been raining upland and into the river.
Their father was arrested it was said he had killed
the children, fed them to the pigs, but for a single
button in the sty they sat him free. Terrible rumors
every summer I see him walking along the dry river,
muttering to himself trying to find his children

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude
Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire
I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…
I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart
Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees
And I imagine the memories we share with each other
I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…
When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you
I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness
I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…
I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match –
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued
From sliding down…
At least we’re kept ourselves alive……

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!

Winter never surrenders,
It ploughs through the soul
And freezes the people.
For all time its fierce fangs
Inject bitter venom
Into its victims.
Some fall prey of a sudden
Trapped beneath the surface
Of the ice. Others fall asleep,
Unable to fight any longer.
Still some brave the bite
For the sake of others
In order to help them
Safely return to spring.
Spring endures,
But winter conquers,
Such is life they say,
Though they wish
It differently.

Tears so warm and bitter, pain so hurtful and mode. "I wish I
cannot feel this again." I can't take this anymore I want to
smile, not cry all my tears. You left me with a paralyze
heart, you left without saying thank you. "I couldn't been
that bad." I was sweet.gently.loving and more I showed you
smiles and laugher, even when I was blue with no strength to
carry on. I was your "superwoman the healer"!!!! you was the
gun and those sour meanful words. pop, pop careless man you
where. But love was my good heart I gave you, happy or sad
I was but my man I loved. Little but something I gave to
you, even my last dime but you was worth more and a
million. So many I love you and forever always we will be I
believed that. And still do, I gave you the power I showered
you with everything I was the one. Who seen it all but still
was by your side, your actions games I was here not there.
Right near so clear in view but you broke me and the rules.
Now it me crumbling and you far far away, probable not least
caring what you had done to me.

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--
Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--
Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--
Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--
Eye is twinkling...praying for
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--
My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me
YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!
How I long for Your mercy...

You question my heart
And curse my soul,
Adding bullshit to bullshit
With a mouth so bold.
Many have problems
but ours are too cold,
And if it doesn’t change now
It’ll be till we`re old.
You question my heart
And call my love my lies,
We both hurting and we’re yelling
And refuse to sympathize.
Minds colliding, crashing, in twine,
I’m sitting right in front of you
But you say I’m hard to find.
You question my heart
Cause you forgot my love,
And you a stranger to me
In the place of my beloved.

She cant express herself
they push her away
they lock her up inside her own mind
if you look throught the hole you will see
the depression shes in
Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me
You wanna take away everything
you just left her alone
tell me it aint so
tell me you wont leave her in there forever
tell me you will let her out to be free and happy
Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me
The new game you wanna play
it wont work
you beat her to the ground
her mind has become her home
theres no escape
She walks alone
her mind has become her home
see what your missing
she runs away but shes not allowed
now its your turn to be locked up
Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me
there is nothing left
there is nothing left
Nothing!

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay
When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene
My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?
Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense
My fear?
My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?
Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...
Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…

Old men who sit and watch with vacant stares
And mutter to themselves about their time,
Who have that ragged look of deep despair
Of lonely men who've lived beyond their prime.
And those who see the dwindling of their years
Seek comfort in the glories of the past
Where memories can try allay the fears
Of living in a world that moves so fast
Oh what they'd give to live it all again
To be the man they were for just a day
And have the world again as their domain
Where life is just a game that people play
And if to live that day would be their choice
They would live it to the full and rejoice

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
You don’t see
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun
I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me
You don’t see
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies
Our journey has just begun
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment
When will peace scrub off my fear?
I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…
You’ll never see
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…
When will you be set free?

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance
complete confidence
Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates
Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God,
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!
Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories
of the times when we
were eachother’s only friends
Only you,
the sky
the earth
and me...
No betrayal
No lies
No fire
No hate
No regrets.
I think I can understand
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing
Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something?
Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be
No warning
No parting words
No ceremony
You went and had the funeral
for our friendship
but did not invite me
From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend
was to say
goodbye.
I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway
All alone again
shame on me

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end...
to drift into the river's bend...
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind
But I see it in my mind’s eye
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite
I'm not scared (of your absence)...
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)
In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart
From His light
Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend?
Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands
To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone"
But, first: get your duties done
And then...we can welcome the sun
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run
WITH ME! *smile*

The World Of Her Choice
What does she think?
She walks on the beach whenever she gets the chance
The line between three different worlds
Three worlds in consistent conflict with each other
One wet and warm with brightly colored fish
The other dry and beautiful with birds singing in the trees
The third offers cool breezes and beautiful sunsets
She stares at the three of them
Wondering which would offer her peace and happiness
The land gives her grief and pain
Untrusting people who live just to harm others
People who hate because others are different
The air brings storms of unreal proportion
Lightening, tornados and chemical clouds
All designed to destroy the land beneath them
The water is the only one to bring solace and quiet
She watches the waves in their eternal movement
At that moment she makes a decision
Walking into the waves she smiles as they envelop her
Surrounding her body they draw her in
There is no fear or panic as her face enters the water
She has left the land and air behind her
The chosen water surrounds her
A last smile and a last breath
She has joined the world of her choice
And at last she is happy

Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.

As I walk through the city
in the dead of winter,
(on the way home she is giddy
for the world has taken her)
The ice and the snow and the sleet and the hail
cling to my skin, but I cannot care.
(all that you see is an angel of ice,
her hair covered in snow, you try rolling the dice)
A boy walks towards me, but I barely see.
He starts to talk, I just take out my key.
(She offers a piece of lavender sweet,
then she turns away going on down the street)
He may not understand the gift that I've given him.
I don't know why, it's not worth much...my light is so dim.
(As the snow swirls around her you hear a small sound,
you blink and she's gone, never to be found)
I left him my heart and my soul, so frozen,
now I will return when the earth is golden.
The winter of my life will someday end,
but until that happens, I do have a friend.

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
Have I lost the race?
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?

I think sometimes there is a word unsaid.
It’s lost and you swallow back the echoes of a mouth.
Choking under the swarm, as I sink lower.
As I’m pulled to the dregs.
As I see that above me. All around me.
Fading, pulsing, drowning.
Ghosts in the water with me.
Flecked as the waves.
Swarming smoothly, lapping at what remains.
Gliding, guiding, forcing me to remember.
All that has been given to me.
But slippery as the blue around me.
For really it is clear. All of it.
We think we can see. But we can’t.
Perception is a dangerous game.
What is there, never truly is.
I am sinking now. I am gasping.
My breath isn’t lasting.
They say it will race before you.
In those last moments.
Pressure is building. Ironically;
I’m freer than ever, but it’s weighing.
Weighing down, that’s what it does.
But I’m focusing on that one moment.
The small details. They count.
The droplets, not the ocean.
It’s a single tear.
I can feel.

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe

There isn't a mass grave in my neighborhood
a creek has never flooded
(there is no creek, after all)
and bones have not surfaced.
A bulldozer never grinds to a halt
stayed by a smiling white skull.
The driver doesn’t jump down
doesn’t sift through the remains
kneeling there on the plot.
I once found a grey limb
jutting out from a hill.
I hoped it was a bone
maybe a femur from yore,
the last limb of a virulent Ute
protecting his home—
built by him
with his arms and legs
with the tools of the plains.
His scalp no more,
his skin long gone
but the bone remaining
still staking claim
for the living and free.
But it wasn’t a bone—
it was a tree limb
because there aren’t graves in my neighborhood.
There aren’t even real trees
or game trails;
there aren’t survivors
or failures
let alone corpses and fleas
And the only war left to fight
is against omnipresent me.

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm
It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud
Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee
On a quiet night
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five
Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view
The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit
So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date
But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show
Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd
The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot
And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow
I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…
Forgive me for drifting away from you…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light
I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together
You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you…
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss
Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…
Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence
Protect me from any sort of harm
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish?
I’ve been driven away by my affliction
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land
Have you forgotten my affection?
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand?
You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me…
Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…
I’m still training for perfection
Run with me…until we arrive at home
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town –
Do you remember where you and I belong?
I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye
You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me
Your vitality never wears off…
You were my lamp –
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease
I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light

The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...
A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...
The nature decaying to the bizarre setting...
As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend...
And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie...
The river turns venomous at the cheerless call...
The wolves pursue the divine call...
The eerie wind deceives their ears...
Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure...
But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity...
The winter birds seem to be early...
Nesting in the putrefied tree...
The venomous river appears frozen...
As a chilling breeze stings the heart...
A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...
The last few hopes seem to deaden...
As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon...
And the heart craves for her warmth...
As the flowers anticipate the monsoon...
Why is it that her radiant shadows appear?
When illumination ceases to exist...
A bird rests on my shoulder...
And sings mantras of eternal hope...
An assurance of support...
And guidance...as the melancholic night descends...
The wolves howl to the infinite sky...
...And the lamentation of a lost soul...
Overpowered by their howls...
As the melancholic fire burns on...
The lamentation of a lost soul...
Forever lost...
...And as I close my eyes...
The setting transforms to “heaven”
Where flowers are vivacious...
...And nature rejoicing the start of spring...
...As I lay in her arms...
The panorama vivid as ever...
A panorama...
That subsists within the broken heart...
And a last few dead branches...
The winter bird collects to complete its nest...
And now all is at rest...
Silence is what subsists eternally...
The lamentation of a torn heart
Ever so callous...
...As he putrefies eternally...
...In a Melancholic Blaze...

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…
…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,
weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,
skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,
in another life, another time,
far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.
…
The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,
tasting the salt on my lips,
I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,
between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,
before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,
wounded as a wingless dove,
bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude

Enigmatic Lane
This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.
I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.
Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.
Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.

Look at the black sky
Endless no matter how high
A single white string comes into view
It appeared out of the blue
This mystical string began to divide
White and black, opposites collide
To the struggle, there will be one victor
Survive this natural cluster
The holy white light wins the fight
Pummels the evil darkness out of sight
The sky comes back to life
A consequence of the previous strife
Its savior slowly comes into view
Glowing brilliantly, as the wind blew
The closer he got, the more it breathed
The hero won, his sword, he sheathed
Guiding everyone with his light
Shining on everything in sight
Watch the sun yellow and strong
Its rays fierce and long
Look at it floating so high
Mastering the vast sky
I stand dazzled by the majestic scene
It’s so beautiful and serene
Light fills the land
Except the point where I stand
There is a darkness in me
From it, I can't seem to break free
I'm trapped in my own demise
Waiting for a miracle, my internal sunrise

It hasn't bitten yet
Sense lingers still of green and blue
But memories come shivering
My skin still damp though chilling through
Something in the air
Spells of heaviness gently falling
Strange music of despair
Through Nature's voice is calling

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl,
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs.
RIP My Puppy Camille <3
I love you babygirl

The ides of March have gone and come.
Still, strains of vernal music sound
dumb echoes, in my ears, of early times,
of other years: an orchestral swell
of oboe, flute, and violin.
A feel of warming wind,
the scents of orange blossom,
daisy, buttercup, and clover:
are those days over?
My recent times are flavored
with metallic clank, with oily odor --
eyes fatigued by newsprint
and small-screen glare.
And music: the blare
of claxon-horn and siren-wail;
noise which issues from a box
borne on shoulders through the street;
an empty, but compelling, quite insistent
loudly pulsing beat.
I welcome all new, though slight, intrusions.
Pale sensory perceptions bring back images,
now faint, once acute, of places, times,
and pleasures past.
Faded sights and faces
and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits
evoke a time when love, like freedom,
didn't cost a dime.

Low clouds drift across the sky
a thick blanket of sleep.
Their dreariness drains life
from this once perfect day.
The sky drowned in grey,
the sunlight fades.
The flowers lose their color,
and the robin forgets to sing.
Not even rain will fall
nor will wind blow through leaves.
Nothing draws a breath
on this cold lonely day.

What happened last night brother,
Please tell me it's not true,
Was i a bother,
Don't tell me you have no clue,
Why am i locked up in an asylum,
Don't you trust me,
Am i getting my mammogram,
it's my right to know please tell me,
Don't isolate me please,
I beg you, am only human,
Tell them to handle me with ease,
Am almost a young woman,
Don't turn away when i speak,
I need some answers,
These injections are making me weak,
Not forgetting my ulcers,
Is this about the mercy killing,
Please brother, don't cry,
You tried your best but am not healing,
Please let me die,
I can's feel my limbs,
The medicine is getting stronger,
Please take care of the other siblings,
Am growing weaker,
Am done leaving on life support machine,
Just let me go,
You tried but am a broken engine,
lease let my spirit go,
This are my last words brother,
Please don't try and save me,
Last night when i had a seizure,
The doctor defiled me...,

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed
"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!

Together they fall and plunder,
Piling on in weightless wonder.
The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed--
Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm.
Cold in warmth and warmth in rain;
Washing away the frozen stains.
Barren soil bears a fruitless yield
Dried and browned in the snowy fields.

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way

UNSUPPORTED CODE Take the threads of my being.
weave them
wind them around and
entwine love in those knots
then snip snip
seize them apart
before the poison seeps in
before the time takes away
what is sweet and what is mine UNSUPPORTED CODE

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…
I wish I could forgive
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns
I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…
I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away?
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory
Freckled and spotted
She stood but a twig
Lost in a forest
Of abandonment
Tires and barbwire
Surround her by day
And at night she suffers
The coyotes cries, not far away
Left with no food
Or water to drink
She stands by a tree
And hopes for relief
Halter grown in
And hooves overgrown
Not a grain in that belly
And left all alone
Withering quick
She stands by her tree
And hopes a kind soul
Will help her to see
There is life still
No matter how grim
Things seem from beneath
This horrid, old tree
This halfhearted twig
Awaits her relief
As the days pass her by
And she writhes with grief
Her name is Glory
All freckled with spots
Like a giant Dalmatian
Trapped in this spot
At the end of her lead
She was finally freed
Not a day too soon
She'll now find relief
Halfhearted no longer
And happy at last
Whom once was a twig
Knows Glory at last
Halfhearted no longer
And free from that mess
Glory has found relief
At Horse Creek Ranch*
*Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end
I can barely subdue its subterfuge
But here I am,
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions
Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.
Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.
Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?

Water rune
feed off the breast
of the moon
like a baby, new
until by adolescence
another ruined
Aqua Deity Poseidon
cast forth thy trident
bellowing waves of violence
sink towering ships, in silence
How to tame a beast of rage
first you must just turn the page
a cold shoulder best these days
soon to enter the new ice age
Water rune
welcoming bad news
vicarious Aquarius
the Water bearer
enters hysteria
takes his crown
the common era
is all but dead now
Religion and science meet
with a big bang
God falls to his kneeundaunting
wounded, but not yet deceased
he makes a deal with the Devil
for their synthesis
why close your eyes
if you don't wish to hear it?
Forgot of Pisces
like a vague evading memory
of the childhood your hurricane came to
clean life away,
in ruin I stay,
nothing wise left to say
I'll just ride your wave
to my grave, of icy water.
Hallowing along to aloneness
caught up in a priceless moment
sea levels run rampant
the rising tide
rising high towards the sky
rolling back down sound like thunder
strike into oblivion, and drag me under
lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting
holding onto that which might not be
whole again ever, like Pangea
for even the mightiest army surrenders
without their leader

I live alone;
I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my
musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts
that fall to earth --
blown by wind, wrenched
from over-weighted twigs.
I store this trove
with acrid smells
in burlap bags.
The nut man calls
but twice a year.
He brings the news;
we drink a beer.
He pays me well,
refreshes my supply
of dusty burlap hell.

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole

The winds carry my cries
The rain with tears
Lightning in my eyes, there and gone
I feel connected to destruction
Everything i touch seems to break
Like midas and his golden touch
Only worse and unable to reverse
So many people i tore apart
Some have stayed and some have gone
I only wish i wouldn't be a pain to them any longer
I've just realised what i am
I am that of darkness
Not of light
The cold blade of death seems so fond
When warm flesh weighs me down
It calls like thunder
Forewarning a storm
Plagued with misfortune
Roaming the earth
I, the bringer of sadness and sorrows
Never a smile
Never a breath
Never life comes my way
Starry skies seem so dim
Moon ever bright
Darkness i evermore do love
When i'm gone
I promise
You'll worry no more
The pain i feel inside
Never goes away
Seems a plague with no cure
Till i die
The moon unknown but full
When my spirit will finally rest

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.
I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.
At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.
All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.
I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.

Sublime winter wind
dripping icicles on the bench-
where we first met-
our first treasured kiss,
subtle and sweet-
just like the lake's frozen serenity
and the blue jay's soft hum
reminding us of our youth-
pure, adventurous,
no worry.
But even the bark now has faded
and our smiles eventually frown,
the haunted branches remind us only of what happened.
Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch,
clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago.
Winter's kiss was now a curse-
never changing-
fixed time.
And this curse is my every day,
you're presence vanished,
leaving me in the cold,
on this half-frozen bench,
where the tree's roots reach
and the swans once danced-
heaven's clouds burden my torn soul
yet through all the misery,
all the memories we created,
I come here now to visit
I come here to feel you're comfort
they say your duties remain where you felt most at home
and with you it's haunting
our park.
http://www.anewmorning.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/winter_photo_landscape.jpg

There goes that smile again,
loose
like a stray hair,
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone.
Now only with mind's eye,
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.
Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant:
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.
Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world,
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog
moan about those kids and how they sing.
Holding your hand I take night watch,
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you,
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...

look Out your window.
By Ian Van D. Chandler
We all look for infinities,
In this artichoke world.
Above mistaken me.
There are pleasant humming bees.
settled to watch so far up,
yet, I’m here. Just away.
we had walked between the gardens,
finding a following foot print,
to where we’d been.
Though here I go.
At the waves, I looked both ways,
these nowheres, leave everyone alone.
Look and see, as I stand here with my chisel.
I swim for the largest tide, floating to the deepest hole.
But reminded of all the scars,
every itch,
all the splinters,
etched on all driftwood.
in the walls, I know they’re always there.
Losing what I’d known, stepping on every flower.
It’s losing the child in the rustic play ground,
to the crying for the bark. When you run away,
when the grass welds to the shaking hand,
for a moment every bugs’ awake,
think for the tree branch, that sheltered you in the rain.
Utter to scratches on the glass. Smudging over my only clouds.
between the forth, so passed gone, together I’ll be,
so follow me gone.
The letters where, no matter what I’d be:
A sketched boy,
the erasing man,
together apart, left for more.
There oh’ there.
Beyond the sill,
is

1.
A path leads,
to where wild grass grows,
sashaying in the summer breeze.
2.
Along the path,
lightness settles within,
feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,
swaying to the lilting bird-song,
in a dance of intimate abandon,
brushing the remnants of pain away.
3.
Melodies float across fields of green,
delicately caressing my heart,
teasing emptiness to flee,
comforting the mind,
to silently be.
4.
Walking on,
savouring the peace,
a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,
all is quiet,
a stillness cradling fractured emotions,
the grass in the fields sway,
dusk descends,
shadows lengthen,
nudging dimming light to take leave,
of the day

Storm in my Head
Looking out the window is a waste of time,
for I can feel the wind blowing right against my mind.
But why can’t you feel the wind on your cheek?
Because my mind is lost, and my will is weak.
It’s a beautiful day and the autumn leaves fall,
but it doesn’t really matter, because it’s storming in my skull.
And why is it that you’re afraid of the weather?
Because inside my head, it’s never getting better.
But what if the rain decides to never stop pouring?
Then the rest of my life will be unhappy and boring.
What if the wind decides to never stop blowing?
Then my mind will continue to keep itself from growing.
But the storm won’t stop, and now it’s raging!
And I’m fading, and the ground is dry, and I can’t understand why.
My God, what’s happening to me?
I can’t hear my thoughts, and I can’t feel myself,
but I can still taste the blood in my mouth,
and that reminds me, I’m still just human.
Thanks for reading. The weather represents my state of mind at the time I wrote this, and the bad weather relates to depression if you haven't figured it out. Thanks again for reading.

The clouds cry for me once again,
expressing what I cannot say.
Helping release, from deep within,
a sadness that seems to invade.
Since it is my eyes run dry,
the clouds cry for me once again.
Falling just for me, from the sky.
Such gentleness upon my skin.
Upon my window, rain peers in,
just stopping by to say hello.
The clouds cry for me once again,
comforting me when I feel low.
So when it is my tears I've shown
and the healing can now begin,
so that I shed tears not alone,
the clouds cry for me once again.

?The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight
?
You walk through life, your head held high,
smile for the world to see.
But you glance behind, since you rely
UpOn your shadow; upon me.
I yearn for an obstruction
To overcome the rays.
perhaps, then you'll face deduction
Amidst winter's haunting grays.
The remaining leaves are frosted;
They clink mournfully in dark.
Like them I am exhausted,
Wishing I could disembark.
What you need to realize is, it's you whom you deceive;
If you'd let me be your sunlight, I would never leave.

More delliquit than a flower
Stranded on an island of thieves
Rising up from the ashes of the
burning trees
The constant smell of burning flesh
We laid down to rest
The crisp feel of the leaves
Bark burning at a raging speed
But our eyes are to blind to see
What I feel is no less
That would be your guess

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.

Standing fifth in position
Is something
Terribly unpleasant
When once was first
All the things stood before me
And I collapsed in soreness
Smiling while suffocating
Laughing while prisoner of fears
Trying to keep to top
While all the fences are high
And all the friends are fake?
I never wiped the tears of that day
I never got over it
I fell from the fences
With more force
And got hurt
I landed on cactus ground
I spared my life from the lions
I ran from the real jungle
My hair got caught in the trees
I refused to look back
My tears watered rain on the small flowers
My feet bleed from the thorns
The sky started raining
I slipped and fell on my face
The thorns pierced my skin
I got up
While my face and body was bleeding
The lions were there
They were chasing me
As I ran faster
My head bumped into a tree branch
I fell on the grass
The lion approached me smoothly
Surrounding my body terrifyingly
And manifesting to the others lions
I am his prey
So that they all walked away
As the beautiful mammal came closer
And I lost all hope of survival
Surprisingly the lion started licking me gently
He started licking my wounds from blood
Leaving my skin smooth and soft
And I opened my eyes
To find his gorgeous blue looking at my honey brown
He stopped licking me as I tried to stand
But instead I sat
And played my hand
Through his thick hair
And smiled…

i see it before me
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction
it is clearly there for me to do so
the decision
can stray left or right of the way I go
and all I know
is that it starts
before me

A man and woman
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings
His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs
The binds of residency
She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay
The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity
And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression
A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her
The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone
Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems
Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts

My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died
The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste
The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold
The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be
The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase
The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near
Shayla Dendinger

As I sat by the seashore,
Oh, how I wished for more,
I stepped into the water,
I saw a sea otter,
All by the seashore,
I smiled with delight,
And disappeared into the night,
I was swimming with fury,
Soon my whereabouts became blurry,
Never again was I found,
Never again on the ground,
For death became more,
All by the seashore
This is a poem I wrote way back when i was 12, I'm surprised by how good I was back then- so I decided to post it :) enjoy

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet
dreams dreamer....

Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.
Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?
So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.
Then we are silent then we are still.
"If you want to serve the age, betray it."

WE CAN STILL DREAM
“In a world where the stakes are higher”
We can still dream of living a calm existence
and know that when it comes time to say farewell
we can grin and take our memories with us to
where there is a heavenly paradise waiting for us
where there are no risks but love and all are similar
accepted and included.
So, in a world where the stakes are higher
why can’t every person be susceptible to compromise
in all regards and never prompt others to dislike them
nor for that matter turn around and despise those who
they caused to hate them?
Why can’t relations be had with out any kind of meddling
With out ruse and even with out duplicity of any kind
especially if one person has a child who needs more than
an training and actually needs aid which a lone parent
might never be able to give? - for that matter why can’t
we all trust each other despite the conviction that some
citizens of this planet are not as honest as the rest of
us? – We can still fantasize, but why is that all we can
do?

Spent four years in the sun
Wished for tears
yet there were none
Clouds promised and passed me by
Yet they too
would not even sigh
The earth moaned in its arid dust
Yearning for even a hint
a scent of rust
Winds blew and brought hue
For four years
I thought of you
All began a new song
Old man take away the sun
forgive all that Ive done wrong
Rain, rain
Don't go away
We need you to stay
Bring again the bow in the sky
Which showed the promise
the one from up high
Sigh oh cloud enough to gain
Changing the song
old man let the rain stay

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.

There is no red, yellow, or orange in the sky just gray with the darkness flowing into the sun.
For tonight as I stand staring at the sunset I see darkness and misery instead of beauty and
warmth.
Then only a moment passes by and,
I feel the cold embrace of the moon which brings shadows, sadness, and death.
I stand shocked believing that all the colors and warmth have left this life.
I will not move, speak, or eat until these precious things return.
It is so cold in this life I can't feel the love, happiness, and compassion that I yearn for.
Now I will rest my freezing body and soul to stay stoic until.
I can feel love, happiness, and compassion once again.

Finding Mountains Instead Of Forests
started my journey before i had both a' my eyes open
and found that walkin' alone affords many benefits
jus' too tired a' trying to appease the many gods and goddesses
jus' want t' find my forest and finally sleep
so many times i look to the skyline for support
and only see the jagged jaws of the mountains
seemin' to come in and crash down upon me
jus' wanna find me a gentle forest
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
can't never have my rest
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
but never my forest
so tired of walking the old worn down paths
i take a chance and go through uncharted territory
exhausted without any sleep
jus' want t' find my forest and finally sleep
if only i never woke up to begin with
i would still be sleeping away so peacefully
in a forest of green and gold
y'know i saw rings of smoke in the trees
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
can't never have any rest
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
but never my forest
and maybe the forests have all run dry
or maybe the call of the April sun has me paranoid
when my mind is clouded and i'm
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
can't never have any rest
in a daze these days and findin' mountains
but never my forest

The road comes to an end.
As I come around the bend, I see them.
Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April.
It was my cue to meet someone new.
Who was there that day?
What cars passed as I made my way?
Could anyone see our first embrace?
Such grace exceeds through my mind
Contoured, confound
For me this is pure phenomenon
For you this is just another way to say
“Hey, you met someone new today”
But no, I hoard these memories with great passion
Without a train of thought
I can remember what happened
And oh, the smells
The smells tell the story
A tale of a boy with no worries
Not a want in the world
Caught at the right time
What he got: Love for a lifetime.

A HAUNTED FISHER
A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
Waving and sliding water - hills over;
With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.
Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
A god of holdings turns all to gold;
Life to moving circular fold;
Time to scarce diamonds mould;
And occasions to sudden perches for hold.
Possess a paradise with Hedden;
Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
Inflows and outflows hidden;
Landslides and gullies end Aden.
Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till;
Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill;
Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.
Now where is the floating tower?
Flying dreams and manifold power;
Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???
JOSE PUDUSSERY

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow.
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.

The dusty hurling wind guided the darker cloud
Towards the stony shrine of a lonesome mountain.
With a roaring thunder, mountain cried out loud
And tears flooded its bosom in disguise of rain.
The bosom which is full of painful dry volcano
That sighed and waited for coming out in rage.
Instead with its teary rain tuned a pale piano
To sing a melacholic note of torn lyrical page.
Mountain,with toughness, cries with soft heart
Thorough deep smoky sighs, thunders and rains.
No one seeks its rocky heart, internally burnt
Or empathizes with its unsoothed thorny pains.

Like the winds gone by
The feelings come and go
One time strong and powerful
Able to move through most encounters
Other times small and insignificant
Power stripped from time and lack of flow
Always left feeling lost and yearning
Yearning for the time when things were stronger
Strong enough...to Prevail...

Oh lonely mist creep through this window and blanket this heart
your expanding presence nurtures these wounds.
Isolate this dignity while releasing these inner inhibitions.
Lonely mist... these wounds are too deep this blood tainted black;
cover this image seeing nothing but your palm print
you are solace from the jungle beneath these feet,
worshiping your suffocating light and dreary humor
the moon has risen to guide this path.
Mark Taylor/Contest:Through The Mist/8-21-2014

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.
The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.
But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.
Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.
A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.
It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.
And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.
Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.
Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.
The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;
Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.
Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.
Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.
Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.
Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.
A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.
The burning skies teaming with gray.
Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.
Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,
Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.
In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;
Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..
Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.
When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.
Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..
A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..
This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips
''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows
I awake-
The morning is new
The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart

Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.
Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the
paper.
Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.
The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.
I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,
......as the moon is beginning to wax.

My arms are being torn from me
And I'm braced so I can't fight them.
I can feel the chains digging
Into my soul. My tears are mixing
With my blood.
I can feel my blood slowly hardening
On my body. Chains are holding me
Still so I can't fight those who hurt me.
My arms have fallen now. The only part
Of me left, is trapped.
My body is leaning
Back now, My friends
Are watching in horror as
I'm beginning to
Fall.
My screams echo when I
Fall.
My friend screams as she gets cut
And I look up to her
And stop at what I see.
Everyone has fallen around me
And there's nothing left.
Now I know why we were hurt.
It's simple we hurt for you.

Our inner secrets
Remain hidden behind fog
We show facets of ourselves
Like diamond ice crystals
Trickling streams of our souls
Dripping from cracked dam walls
We walk through crowds
Burying the inner turmoil
Of our white water souls
Behind hollow smiles
Our emotions heavy like mist
On a black-water lake
Looking up for inspiration
On fluffy white clouds
The warm summer rain
Droplets become a prism
Forming rainbows
The colors sprayed
Throughout the sky
A projected picture of hope
Washing away the darkness
We hope that someone
Would find our
Message in a bottle
Or read between the lines
Of that ripple
The waves radiating out
Like barriers to our strife
Why do we lose ourselves
in this ocean called life?

You never see it coming,
But you know once it has left.
It comes upon you like the tide,
Rapidly and engulfing everything in its wake.
Leaving nothing but shells.
Shells of what used to be home to live.
That is now left vacant on the shore.
There to ponder what they were or could have been.
Until the day the life returns and for a moment it is not what you were or could have been but what you are.
Then again from no were comes the tide.

I walk along this path
I walked so long ago
I felt its hard wrath
As I ran
Ran and Ran until I couldn't breath
I stumbled to my knees
How could they have done this
Before I was in such bliss
They told me its a time to end
It was me they tried to bend
I Bent till I broke
I tried to swallow it all but Choked
I left my home town
To live in a new
I felt forever down
My feelings stretched and grew
I went back to when I ran
I run as fast as I can
I run till I reach the lake
Everything hit me like a quake
I stopped and stared at the open water
All my emotions I wanted to slaughter
I nealed down and looked at my reflection
The land was my protection
I cried looking out
My whole life I began to doubt
Every promise was ever broken
All the words left unspoken
It flowed out of me like a river
It left me a simple shiver
I feel so alone
I want to run home
Running home forever
And leaving never
Never again
Im leaving this pain

I hate to see people wear long faces, as if they were ill,
making their day a boring one, perhaps thinking of an unpaid bill;
the first thing I do raising up is pull up my blinds:
let the sunrise gently kiss my pretty flowers!
Lots of times I fell into depression wanting to cry,
and shrouded in bleak thoughts, all I saw was shadows and darkness...
I couldn't breathe...I needed to escape, not die!
So in the briefest time, I took my stand against hurtful loneliness!
A new person was born, and that's no small victory...
as I kept telling myself, " For your heath's sake, smile! "
It worked like a cure, and my whole mind and body
were transformed...living worry-free and feeling fine!

On the silent riverbed, she stood
Where the softer wind had blown
Against the ground, she glistered star's light
And eclipsed nature's splendor grown
Yet beauty tempted not my interest
Though her allure gleams upon thrones
But a sorrowful sound out her breath
Revealed a sorrow unknown
With the edge of elegy, she sung
A celestial kiss of tone
Heard angelic gentle melodies
And had my bleeding heart sewn
A mortal, mortally mesmerized
My reality away thrown
In fanciful fret, fraud my own heart
To lust for a heart of stone
Was she a more perfect life than He
So to have been disowned?
Belle of heaven, curse my tenderness
But let me join in atone
In that frigid callousness of night
Her divine shine has shown
That the saddest thing for an angel
Is for her to shine alone

Jogging silently through murky night.
Wanting,
Hogging contorted chirps of nocturnal eyes.
Feel the pressure from the heel to toe, heel toe.
Heel now!
An evil moan as Pain himself sets deeply into motion.
Heal.
I shy away with backward glances vigilant, aware.
Finding broken skin with bandages infested.
Time, the slowest of the many factions
Divides again in multiples of permeated fractions.
All amiss again accounting for the soiled actions.
I sigh and fall before the rage.
Emptiness floods through the gate.

Temperatures constantly drop,
the first chill stroke my unknown sense,
that sense which causes depression:
when winter knocks once as luck does
to state its indisputable intention....
who looks forward to seeing snow?
Children like snow and some adults do also,
but thinking of how cold it will get,
most of us rather think of sunny beaches
on those islands savoring summer's dreams...
then who looks forward to seeing snow?
By the ajar door, where shivering robins eat my breadcrumbs,
I hold and sip a hot cup of Miss Swiss chocolate
and curiously watch how they struggle with their iced beaks:
I pity them and let them in...who looks forward to seeing snow?

Lilac drips emboss the outstretched plains
Whilst the aquatic festoonery resurfaces
Permanently
The Expanse is Extraordinary
But it is all so ordinary, in its distance spanned
Repeated
But it is so glorious, the defeat that refused a compromise
And found itself in the inglorious moratorium,
clawing, drawing closer
To the Expanse, in Extraordinary enduring hostile pity
To find the clawing was for not
If the water flows regardless

All my life I have always wondered,
Sat so long with things I’ve pondered,
Why has darkness taken light?
Why has goodness taken flight.
Rosie dreams of true success,
But now I see there is nothing left,
Poverty, famine, addiction and greed,
The rich are cruel on poor they feed.
My mum told me of godly bliss,
How shocked I am that she meant this!
If this is what her god proclaimed,
Why is he worshipped and even famed?
Our natural world has been destroyed,
The planet becoming null and void,
Bitter tears of hate escape,
Mother earth is drugged and raped.
Maybe one day she will take her due,
As for us she may leave few,
I regret that I won’t see her grace,
And the destruction of the human race.

I scream for your pain
I scream for your gain
I scream to go back
to just being alright again
vanity spread out coast to coast
the ones I trust always gave so much
of what I needed most, companion
dark Saturn dark Saturn
silent as a lantern
like a ghost in the mist
that just exists
inclined towards preservation
An inkling towards a razor blade
sharper than an inner voice
more extreme than radical beliefs
that brings you to your knees
animal traffic what can I sell
what do you need
they call the catch lady
It happens, its real
meditate towards the other side
growing up in heaven
crime spikes in limelight
make the north star shine bright
stuck in a Rutgers ruck
I scream. towards the old me
if only it would hold me
I wish it may have told me
a hint of advice for the long nights
when the closest touch of empathy
could have saved or broken me
Fragile as a baby's bloom
a flood flashes warning signals
a mountain starts in the foothills
a subtle trace of nightshade lipstick
open stone cold deadly eyes

Nature and Nature fight,
To switch off the light.
And to grab the right,
that loosens us at night.
People say it's not good,
since it grabs our food.
For so it should,
Be called Hudhud.
A day for destructing,
a decade for reconstructing.
With such power of its Incoming,
And an obstacle for Outgoing.
Bye bye Hudhud,
Never again say you could.

You are powerful even in the darkest of days... I prayed for Your insight
Night and Day...every pondering moment.
You responded to my prayers in many unique ways...You made my spirit take flight
What should I say? You scrubbed off my lament.
You relieved me from distress
You fearlessly strengthened my hope
and frayed my fear
Now I'm in high spirits with freewill and delight...
and I must confess
You wiped away the boundless tears, shattering my negativity...
your love is crystal clear now!
Am I still that hovering angel...yearning for some light?
Am I still that naive spirit, giving in to the darkness and seeking plight?
I know God loves me, but I doubt Him still
God revealed His love with my whole family...but i don't feel right
I know God cares for us, I see no sign of Him or His will...
God dealt with us with patience and kindness, but I can't yield on to His radiance so full of might
You are fruitful even in the darkest hours...I prayed for Your delight
To fall upon me day and night...effecting my every thought process
You promised me Your blessings and upcoming Kingdom every time I consider Your Word... You made my dreams come true and lingered around me despite
My bitter, spiteful words that I didn't mean to say... Is there any hope that I'll ever be successful during this time of cheerlessness
But, I believe God is a merciful creator!!

Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon.
I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it’s sake.
Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day.
I had my own “Loc Ness”, quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay.
My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom.
Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm.
I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make.
Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more.
And I will leave you here on your own but then after it’s done you’ll be home.
No matter what you’ll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved.
And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved.
I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad,
The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is;
She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble.
A tusnami destroys everything.
Everything she loves about her life is in rubble.
Based on the idea of how people live,
And why she cares when they die,
Fighting with intimacy,
While they drag the sea to collect people who died,
And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide,
We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.

Jacob
Musician, artist. poet , student
Brother of Niko, Anna Lee, and Alex
Lover of heavy metal music, nature, death, and poetry
Who feels forgotten, pain, loss, love, and expressive
Who fears cancer, family death, and banning of poetry
Who would like to see the Amazon rain forest, the Galapagos and Tazmania
resident of Cumming Georgia
Wölf
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The sky is dark, ripped by flashes of light
The path in front of me is hidden from sight
Rain falls into a flood
The road behind covered in mud
I can't go foward and i can't go back
This storm is so painful, the healing i lack
This night i pray for the storm to end
The dark to be abolished and for the light to come in
Perhaps with the sky my heart will mend
And with the storm my solitude will end

Misery suffering pain
these are 3 of the same
a chemical in your brain
they kill to get out and play
they love to make you insane
from when you get up to end of your day
Music friends happiness
these 3 effect you alike
they boost your mood and psych
They make it worth waiting till night
If your world is dark they provide light
they make it easy to see your future is bright
just maybe one day it will all be alright

Autumn is violent here
The leaves throw themselves from the branches
Performing neat somersaults
A final salute to the summer they have loved
And lost
Even down here
On the pavement
In their last moments
They bleed summer
Sunset blood sticks
To the soles of our shoes

Koreas land is black with oil, there is a spill,
Austrailias set on backwards frount twords the old mill.
Volcanos are exploding in South Americas lawns,
Theres ash every where all the way to Tusan.
Our Equator is in a pile just off our coast,
The Poles are infected and now begin to toast.
Cleaning up isn't going to be easy, do you remember the old bull whip?
Add it to a miracle and we'll get it with a zip.
The middle East is puckered in the mist,
The steam of the Nile and our old Mississip.
Niagra is seperate remember there are two,
One river behind what we see then it again becomes two.

I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.
The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.
The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.
I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.
Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.
I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.
I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.

Shame
Remains the same
But, I'm sure I'm its victim
IT SURE NEEDS A TRIM...
I feel ugly and slim
Devour
The tower
Of darkness
Leading me to distress...
I'm in a miserable mess
Kill
The pill
Of sadness
Swallowing me whole - I'm hopeless
My gratitude transforms to frustration...
Do you sense my agitation...?
Feel
The steel
In MY heart
Pounding me to death...
COULD ANYONE TAKE HEART?
ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE MONSTERS
TEAR ME APART??
COWER
Away from the
Dark and morbid tower
OF SHADINESS
Throwing bricks at me...
I'm choking on the dry paint of filthiness
Do you hear my screams?
Do you feel my stress?
Will you keep me in your dreams?
Do you want me to be full of happiness?
Do you want to rest for the day
OR put it aside and increase my dismay?
SHAME
Has no beautiful name
But, it sure gets me
Worked up and distressed...
When I look back at the tower,
I don't feel the best...
Let me flee!! Let me rest...
...or I'll feel tired and depressed

Our nights look yellow with the clouds so dirty in the air,
You couldn't prove theres a moon, if anyone cares.
Korea is black down the old river bed,
Austrailia is now on backwards and our nights skies are red
Russia is our answer but I can't Now get there.
We followed the Incas and our river went dead,
The Astecs fought for the river and we all lost our heads.
Mexicos water will never be the same,
My methods will be harsh and unheard of glory again my name.

ICE AND FIRE
Some say the world will end in ice
Some say in fire
From what I've experienced of desire
I hold with those who favor ice
But if it had to depart this life twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that obliteration by fire
Is great but would not be acceptable
If this world was to end in fire
The damage would be awfully
Devastating even before the smoke
goes up into space where someone
Will always be looking for pies
Or perhaps chasing beautiful images

I stand here in the freezing rain,
Trying to numb the pain,
I try to explain,
What it feels like to breathe in water,
My body fills with fluid
But this won’t flush my pain.
Slowly freezing to ice
Laying on the ground
No motion
No emotion
Life seized by this fluid that rapes my soul
A feeling that is under no control
Just slowly drifting away.

Deep
You cannot reach me
I am far beyond your grasp
Slipping beneath the waves
The air is so far away
From the depths i'm in
Absolute zero is Clay
Only the surface of my skin
Void to warmth of sunshine
Farther than the light can reach
Evolving to live on the shallows' waste
Been so long since there's been taste
Bottomfeeder wants to be a leach
Down here, the pressure is immense
A vacuuous life
Intensely defensive
Silently sighing some more
Holding my breath
The plunge awaits
In patient certainty
But the water does not discern
It runs deeper than the fates
And the point of no return

Die my little cherry
You unearthly rotten berry
I won't sit on your cloud
Because of you, I am not proud
You're just a wicked canker soar
Of you there are plenty more
Die my little cherry
You unearthly rotten berry
Your tastes have gone sour
You were never a pretty flower
I watch you wilt and weaken
Your branches look ill and beaten
Looks like you're out of season...

Overflow of water down the street
Flooding the earth down below
The road cannot carry any more
It’s now far above my knees
Splash, the dogs play within
Causing horrible ripples around
Gathering a bucket full of water
The weight is over the limit
Crash, the pail falls back to the stream
Leaving the trail of dirt
To go swiftly past the dog
Unwanted is the river moving
Placing burden on people
Who collectively want it dry
Forever it seems it’ll flood
And tiring is the gathering
Transporting of the dirty water
Sighing the crowd gives up
Allowing the water push
Deep within their homes
In heartache and dying pain
Russell Sivey

E xquisite sorrow
taste it
I did
bring forth the holy grail of grief
bend and bow the muse to me
to sing of lost loves entropy
let's drink a toast together
from this bitter sacred cup
Exquisite sorrow
the finest vintage
Please don't spill
Don't make me lick it up.
taste it
I did

Flower of amazingly different hues.
My favorite color grows upon you.
Feeling that I could give the clues,
Bearing upon my soul so true,
Solemn words that I may share.
Might dry your petals so fair,
My thoughts I will keep within.
While you glisten without sin,
Understanding what it is you do.
Bringing happiness from your view,
Whispering soft and gentle woos.
My heart annexed by passionate blues.

Have u ever felt so alone?
I mean,ur surrounded by others,but they don't hear u.
They don't feel ur pain.
They don't take ur hand, when u reach out to them.
They don't want to.
They are selfish.
Have u ever felt like u were in another world?
Like u were being ignored?
Like u were invisible?
Like the pain & hurt inside of u is a punishment for what u have done?
But what u've done, u don't know.
Have u ever wondered, what did I do to deserve this?
Ur heart is beating so rapidly.
Ur heart is crying so loudly;but still, no one can hear it.
The people in ur world just seem like the walking dead,
They are there,but it's no interaction.
Or could u be the dead one?
& could it be that u need someone to touch u to make u feel alive again.
Has ur body ever screamed out "Touch Me! Touch Me!" ?
Has ur heart ever cried out "Love Me! Love Me!" ?
Has ur soul ever hummed "Take Me! Take!" ?
Loneliness is an illness.
We die of a lack of companionship & longing for another's touch.
One can not live in a world of one.
One will go insane.
& If u shall feel this way, should u be near the point of insanity?
One will go crazy or die if one holds in waste,that shall be released.
It's more healthy to let out, rather than keep in.
But if u can not find a reliable object to direct, it does ur mind,body,& soul no good.
There's only so many days that go by that u can be content with urself,b4 u erupt.
A healthy mind, needs converstation. Talking to urslelf is pure insanity.
A healthy body needs to be consoled,nurtured,held. There's only so long,u can touch urself,without coming to realization that it's u.
A healthy soul needs to be calmed & at ease.
A healthy mind needs to be stimulated,with thoughts of peacefulness. When alone for so long, ur mind has negative thoughts & feelings.
Everyone seeks companionship,friendship,& a just a shoulder to cry on.
Most ppl have a cold shoulder or turn their back on a friend in need.
I just wanna know,is there anybody lonely out there?
Longing for someone to hold.
Growing out of patience, with no one to reach out to?
A room full of ppl,& u still feel alone?
Everybody needs somebody.
It really does take two.
Out of these many people in this whole wide world,Y do I feel so alone at times?
How can someone feel so alone in this world of infinite beings?
Its a question u've become all too familiar with.
& the answer is. .

I am tattered in misery
Dirty; unkept but harmless
Though drained mentally
Begging but forceless
untattered thou in hummer
Oiled and scenty but Abacharical
Though unscrupulously richer
Neocolonizing thy own clan
Starving the represented
Looting and exploiting them
High blood pressure thy means
But thou call me mad
If that is madness
Heaven make me king of madness

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds
Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero
Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar
Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top
Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew
Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high
Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em
Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

Winter has taken hold of my heart.
In the dark of night she slunk in, leaving frosty-footprints on the glass,
and sang me to sleep with lips as soundless as an owl's wing-feather,
dusting my eyes with powder to help them seal shut.
With snowy fingers she incised my breastbone
and plucked my ribs like the petals of the last flower:
one for me, one for her, one for me…
they cascade to the floor, white and crumbling.
She raised herself up, back arching, and drove her feelers
- silvery tentacles, glistening like dew -
through my system, latching herself onto me,
drilling nails into the soft-spots on my bones.
She hooked my veins together like a bundle of cords and seeped down into them like battery-acid:
eating away at my nerves until only the tips of my fingers
remembered how to feel.
She stroked my heart, cooing softly,
thumb and forefinger reaching down with elegance and demonic-grace
to take that tiny thrumming machine into her hand,
and--
…twist…
I could not even cry for what I had lost.

The moonlight slips
through fingertips
and then i start to weep
for in the moonlight
is the fright
of secrets left to keep.
The sunlight pours
right through my doors
and then i start to smile
for in the sunlight
are daydreams
i ponder for awhile.

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen

There are moments in my life
when I think of my past.
Wish I could bring them back
I remember the time as a child,
when I used to play with my friends;
Our home was a place for fun,
with my siblings doing their share.
When school days come,
I would always have an extra hour,
for my homework and other plans
that comprise my studies at that time.
When summer whizzes by,
more excitement to be with friends;
to play with them and visit other places
make a deal for a wholesome year.
Whenever Christmas comes,
preparations are at hand,
like decorations, singing, and parties all over,
to make our celebrations happier and significant to all.
I still remember how we pray together
with our grandmother in her bedroom
a rosary or other memorized devotions
to lift up to God so many intentions.
With the passage of time,
changes have championed the best;
with Christian values to reflect
and thus incarnate throughout the rest.

So cold and epmty
So putrid and dark
Rotting away from sin
As your broken limbs fall off one by one
Your petals wont stay up anymore
They just keep falling to the floor
Your roots that were once so strong
Are cracked and brittle
You cannot nourish yourself from God's earth anymore
As you shrink into the ground
You can't be called a home either
Since all you do now is wither away
Once you were so full of vibrant colors
Now leaves you with nothing
I don't know where it all went
The storms came
And off you were sent
You couldnt handle the storms anymore
Your life was being filled with turbulence
You needed to get away from the thing that was taking your life...
When the only thing you were really doing was...
Embracing it!

The toot of a lute
Rang through the air
The carnival was uproar with laughter
A little boy's eyes
a much larger size
at the sight of what he was after
A stale piece of bread
Sat in the trash
It made the little boy in rag's mouth water.
So he reached through the gate
as soon as it got late
Hoping to avoid his slaughter
For stealing was a crime
Even from a trash-bin
They'd have his head off in seconds
A guard caught his eye
But before he could cry
Fate thought he'd need a hero, I reckon.
Some strangely dressed women
appeared from the shadows
and drew their shiny swords
The strangers fought
In the dead of night
The boy was lost for words
One of the women
She approached the child
She bent down to get another look
Seeing his starvation
The pain in his eyes
And the energy that life's stresses had took
"Come with us," Said the women
With a friendly smile
She offered the little boy her hand.
"You'll be safe with us,"
The women explained
"No more getting kicked in the sand."
The boy gave the women
a cautious look
He greatly considered her offer
His parents had just died
Of a horrible starvation
Tonight, hunger wouldn't take another
The little boy agreed
To join the Gypsies
Together they ate and they danced
They traveled from place
To place to place
With a merry smile around he pranced
But what they didn't know
Black magic was brewing
The pagans couldn't sense it upon them
But the hungry little boy
Had always had a gift
He knew when trouble was near him
Immediately he ran
To alert the Gypsies
He said something dark was coming
The pagans all stopped
The music died down
They'd send this enemy running
With candles and an altar
Some herbs and a pendant
The pagan's had formed a plan
They'd cast out a spell
That would protect the people
The animals and the land
Suddenly the sky darkened
Rain started to fall
Their magic wasn't working
With no wind blowing
A candle tipped
Danger was definitely lurking
The fire spread
through out the camp
Tents burned down to ash
The gypsies all panicked
And fetched buckets of water
These problems surely couldn't last
The next two moths
were full of bad luck
The boy got covered by glances
"These problems didn't happen"
"Untill this boy came along."
They said getting rid of him would raise their chances
Of surviving in this
Horrid world we live in
They shunned him within a matter of hours
The boy wandered the earth
With tears in his eyes
His cries rang out with power
So on he walked
Following the road
As his gypsies had taught him
Though his spirits were crushed
and his body hungry
Nobody in the world would stop him

The Lady with the look of serenity fell asleep towards noon
dreaming of her love by a very beautiful mimosa tree
that seemed to hold the transparent, patchy moon
into its branches gleaming with dew as they waved softly.
Over the dark and eerie forest clouds rose thicker than smoke,
only a sparrowhawk would come down and curiously look
and see her laying there face-up as if she were dead...
he wondered why such a stunning beauty seemed sad.
The spirit of dawn stood over her body as a stately sentinel
thinking she was dreaming, but didn't hear her heartbeat,
and patiently waited for her to wake up and wish her well;
he never realized she was a corpse with the coldest feet.
The lady with the look of serenity wasn't another sleeping beauty,
she took a vile of poison and waited to die on the prettiest meadow,
refusing to remember that unfaithful lover who made her sad and weary;
why did she choose death...instead of living as free as any sparrow?

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.

Last night was so close
I had the glass against my throat
Then she ran outside
Sitting by my side
Telling me to never give up
I am tired of the lies
I love her for helping me
As I collapsed to my knees
I love her now more than ever
I just wish that we could be together
If she tries we can make it through
No matter rain nor shine
We'll make this world for two...

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer
God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee
"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key
Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality
Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter
I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly

Watch for the wind,
but it will not be seen.
The shadow was cast
and it got very cold
as the warmth of the sun
was consumed by the clouds
high above the ground.
The rivers continued to flow
gently towards the seas,
despite the efforts of the rocks and debris.
Does it matter?
Watch for the breeze,
but it will not be seen.
The shadow was cast
and it got very cold as the warmth
of the sun was consumed by the skyscrapers
lining the street.
The gutters flowed
gently towards the drains,
despite the efforts of the garbage and litter.
Does it matter?

I felt it brush my face in the chill morning breeze,
I heard it's whisper in the silent conversations,
I saw it in every strangers blank desperate face,
I walked in it down the road and faced it round every bend,
I awoke in utter oil blackness with it screaming,
Your sobs and retches pulled something demonic from deep,
I stumbled in a haze stinking of fear knowing in my ignorance,
You rushed past me brushing onto me your darkness,
I looked wildly around spotting your memory on the table,
I peeked gasping in a silent horror; beginning to pray,
You had gone in that run-away, one way car,
I was praying constantly as I rang out warning bells for help,
You were hurtling towards the end, stopping now and then to make sure,
I finally reached a fellow warrior more battle hardened than I,
I was most earnest with every word I spilled,
You were stuck looking at a plastic bright past,
I was praying that you would allow a true, beautiful future,
You had seen love turned to twisted ends with bitter roots,
I was then completely selfish; wondering what if he does end,
It had the strongest hold over you blinding eyes: death,
It had been sapping you longing for that final feast: death
It had swirled about my head and I had been lost: death
It now sought ultimate destruction, it had it's prize in sight: death
It was thwarted by Grace, it was cast down by love: death

‘’I believe in Silence’’…
But do I?
What is Silence?
Is it the absence of sound?
Because rarely is there an instance
Of complete Silence…
Of momentary quiet,
Yet always accompanied by the ever-existing ‘’ringing’’…
So what is Silence?
Maybe its just a place in our minds
We lose ourselves in
When we’re so tired
And sick of this world
That we turn to the horrible
Depressing
Hated
Silence inside of us all…
What is Silence?
Is it those moments
While observing ‘nature’
Of wonder
Purity
Love for life
And the beautiful Creation around us?
Is this Silence?
What does it matter?
I believe in it,
In the healing of it...

Gray is the day, somber the mood
Clouds so thick emotions just brood
Noisy roosters vent strife
One lone crow across this sky viewed
Caws as he goes with none pursued
Swallows bring sky to life
As they dart, play looking for food
Their wings so angled that is good
Noticed now for unrife
unrife-uncommon
mostly seen in summer
here...

Block by block the retaining wall,
for man to hold back Mother Nature.
Climbs up the bank, where mud slides,
just a feeble temporary cure.
Block by block for solitude,
that I might stay behind alone.
Made from anger and contempt.
My emotionally carved stones.
Drop by drop the water erodes,
the carefully laid barrier.
Man should know his lesson by now,
against nature he is inferior.
Tear by tear my wall weakens,
still strong yet with invisible chinks.
Sooner or later something must give,
a total collapse is on the brink.
And then it happens, the wall gives way,
to saturation and pressure.
Nature is free to run the hill.
I cry for there is no pleasure.

I've got the Sun in My soul
Your eyes on my skin...my imperfection
I've got the misled night under my spell
I am the one who has left her in a trance
Here in her midnight i am her storm,her marauder for love
I've got the sun in my soul
the midnight is silver in my city...no one knows where I am
The broken day provides no justice...only visible madness
gypsy women on the sidewalk,calling my name as if we've shared dreams together,planned our
lives since children
The music is caught, trapped within the wind
Give it all to me now baby...don't be scared
I can capture it all for you...don't be scared I'll show you a good time
Songs of the dead
Hymns of the living
The caught tears of the yet to be born
I have the misled night under my spell
my imperfection my dark street
I've got to block it all out keep it away
This ain't your scene kid...come on,go away this can't be good for you
The Day has come
I'll be back later...me and my gang of shadows

the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign,
the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled...
music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart.
We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir.
The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction.
The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten

Until the end, I fight
I fight until the light is no more
and the perilous night does begin
& when my day is gone & future masked
I climb my mountain with head hanging low
Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred
Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again
I gaze at fields of red fury
Fury misunderstood all dead to understand
Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of
Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished
In personal strife, I cry,
not out but in I cry to hear
inside, inside where I've tried to hide
and defend on this field of red
with no more to hide & more to
hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made
& expose myself to all, with none to tell
I'm free, lost to live, lost to die
Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for
It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends
Till the end

Mist swirls through
my legs as I hunt.
The moon,
little more than half full
casts creature like shadows
through the woods
as if the trees were alive..
That soft scent,
so deep in my nostrils,
I can smell nothing else,
seems to grab my neck
and pull me after it.
The aroma is so thick
I can almost feel it,
and it is digging
into the bestial side
of my brain.
I feel coarse hair pushing
through my skin and
I am wrenched onto hands and knees,
Oh now the sweet pain begins,
hands and fingers shrink
to claws and paws,
then as if my head
was being reshaped
by a blacksmith's hammer,
nose and mouth elongate
into snout,
fangs ripping
through my gums.
The world becomes alive
as my sight changes,
shadows becoming
shimmering gauze,
revealing the true
earth,
the one only the beast
can touch.
In my new form
I easily pick up the trail
and my faithful soul pack
falls in behind me
as I track
her.
I stalk as if I've walked
this path a hundred times
under the leering trees.
Not an animal
(besides us) stirs,
we can feel their quivering
on the wind.
When I spot my quarry
she is in a monnlit glen.
The trees are draped
in mossy vines
like curtains
enclosing it from
the rest of the world.
A black glass like pond
is off to the right
enshrouded by a cliff
shaped like an outstretched
clawed hand,
from which
between two fingers
a slender water fall
drops into the backside
of the pond.
........And puff it's gone,
I taste rot oozing
off my teeth,
that's what you get
for leaping before you look.

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,
Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,
Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,
Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,
But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.
So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,
Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.
And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,
And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,
And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.

Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;
Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a tiny shard of ancient liquid pain;
Muddied pools form on a thirsty earth that drinks and drinks and drinks;
My own parched heart does nothing but watches, waits, and sinks, sinks, sinks…
With the monsoon comes a stultifying death of putrefaction to leaf and bough;
Matching the decay that stirs the topsoil of my soul like the blade of a rusty plough;
Snails drag their curlicue shells through promising forests of lush mossy growth;
Just as slow my sighing breaths sift through my lips uttering silent bitter oaths;
The monsoon season is a blessing to the earth and a curse to a trapped soul;
Bound by adolescent selfishness I think only of myself not of the whole;
Forgetting the urgent thirst of the ground for water I curse the curtaining rain;
Staring mutinously into the gloomy grey day with my face pressed against a cold window
pane;
Rain, rain, I murmur through reproachful lips, go away;
And please I entreat you -- return again some other day…

Dear friend ,
The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.
This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement.
For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.
Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?
Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.
Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.
Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.
But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies.
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.
Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.
Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.
I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.
With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.
I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward
For I have chosen the coward's end.
I wish you goodluck my friend,
Sincerely yours,
The shadow of men

all the fortunes have been squandered
the nomadic women of the east stare at my shame,my eyes touch the earth beneath me
all the friends have drifted away,
mere planks living upon middle ocean surface
everything is breaking down
the mirrors display this dreary,dwindling time line
cruelty will never leave me,she'll stay by my side
The red noons and violet twilights aren't as vivid as they used to be
Blue mornings and dark nights will never leave
All the children have been grown
All the grown have died
All the day all the night is now past

Can you hear it calling?
It’s been trying to say
Come join and run through the moon light
Yes its the moon who is calling
Can you hear it calling?
I sure can
I am close to giving in
To the moon
It’s been calling all day
Even though its not out yet
Can you hear it calling?
It’s been lonely all this time
It only wants a friend
Can you hear it calling?
It wants to play with you
That’s why its been calling you
Can you hear its cry?
Cry for a friend

Running in
But running out
Things we hardly
Talk about
Do we make it
Through this mess
Are we breathing
At the best
What to call
The state we're in
Sometimes love
Sometimes sin
Will it be said
We did our best
Is the table
Ever blessed
Are there those
Who will attest
We ran the race
And passed the test
Now is God's
Time ever giving
Do we stop
And trust the living
Only time
Can say the end
Here and now
I must depend
Run the gambit
Ever hoping
Human race
and God eloping
This the end
Of earthly know
Left behind
No life bestow

The ocean’s waves beating
Beating against a huge rock
Ocean’s waves washing away the sand
The seagulls gulling
The salty smell of the sea
So overpowering
So calming
So relaxing
Then running towards death
I jump in the black, cold water
Feeling dead, as cold as death
The waves push me under
Their weight crushing my body
Feeling, groping, in the dark
Dying, fleeing, being…
I look death in the eye
It screams…I die…

All I need,
Is the air,
To make me grow,
And dance around,
Sometimes I shrink,
To one tiny ember,
Standing alone,
But still leathal,
Big and Tall,
Firey monster,
Just one touch,
To strike you down,
I can do
What ever I want,
Burn you down,
Bring you up,
Addictive to watch,
I dance around,
Nice to the eye,
Bad to the touch,
The ultimate bulldozer,
That is I,
Desroying anything,
That lay in my path,
I only have,
One single enemy,
A mutating blue blanket,
If it lie in my way,
This is I,
Fiery as ever,
But can you see,
The beauty inside?

Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
The illegitimate thoughts within
Interpreted metaphors brought forth
Within synaptic theory
These thoughts must reside to my front
Written on the flattened forest placed before me
Compelled descriptions of fallacy and truth
To the thoughtful teardrop of despair
Unto the world do I give voice
Imaginations in color formed venues,
Of thought
Yet to look, I cannot
This mixture in juxtapose
The forms of voice I conceal within
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Tragedy inhabits these thoughts of reality
Compounded clarity within confusion
To see these thoughts of realism take shape,
I fear most
Where life and love in forms of hatred
Dwell in a manifesto
Of ill-gotten truths absorbed
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Humanity lives.

I walk down memory lane.
It was just as I had left it.
Garbage here and there.
The smell of alchol,
Mixed with the ever slighest bit of rotten garbage.
It was utterly disgusting.
But this is where I had grown up,
On the wrong side of the tracks.
No matter how hard I tried to get away from it,
It followed.
The homeless still sleep behind my old house,
And pick out of the same old garbage can.
The buildings are falling apart,
And the only thing that seems to grow in this area,
Is a few patches of grass, and a few trees.
Nothing about this area is eye appealing,
But this is where I grew up,
And no matter ifI walk by with my nose turned up,
Or my head hung low,
This place will always be a part of me.

The day I saw you first.
Gave me an eternal and perpetual thrist;
The beauty that through your eyes flow-
With it even the most modest nature glows.
Your soft lips as if they seem,
Rare to be found like a unique gleam;
Your talks that are soft spoken-
With it even the sleeping mountains waken.
Like a soft rose's jerk, your sighs-
Like truth's triumph over lies;
How many days have passed since -
Whence your view did my body rinse.
Let once again your sight cheer myself with feelings new-
From the bottomless heart of mine Oh! My fairy "I love you".

No summer was the longest and hottest despite the visible stars,
and with scarce rain...no dew dripped from flowers
as they lost moisture and pitilessly died under the moon's glare!
No days were more meaningless and worthless as my were:
without a sweetheart to fondle and kiss,
all the starry nights were a surely miss!
Didn't she desire to be with me and sing
as lovers of a past age did? And which romantic words
she liked the most as this poet made them ring...
like bells that tinkled while knights trusted their swords?
How their Mesdames watched the battle
from a stone castle so fortified and ample!
If I had been a true knight, surely pride and valor
would have been a display of my armor...
and with drew glistening on it as frost,
I would have seemed more invincible than a ghost!
Trees without dew seemed faces without tears,
no birds or butterflies perched or flew on them to scatter all bees...
Mother Nature hopelessly waited and engaged in a long lament,
as I sadly hummed an unhappy song which sorrow sent!
My meadow was dry as the dunes of a wind-swept desert,
and although nights were mild and silent as a lifeless world:
no warmth came from inside, no finger stroke a single cord;
now that the dew has reappeared, everything will turn into mirth!

Winter is here, weather has changed,
Bitter cold, mood rearranged,
Winter is here, unmoving it seems,
Tearing its needle, through the seams
Winter is here, and it’s here to stay,
Here in my mind, a world of disarray,
Winter is here, the light wont shine,
Disrupting themes, destroying minds,
Winter is here, oppression time,
Hindering us, for the depression climb
Winter is here, no room to adapt,
No one around, more room to collapse,
Winter is over, smell that clover,
The never-ending line of springtime lovers.

Life is garden full of various fauna.
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns.
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us of all our previous shame.
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.

From Sorrow to Acceptance -By Frances Ayers
On sorrows'wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country,landscapes I had never seen,mountains I had never climbed.
I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.I had
buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness,which lay buried deep beneath the
earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.
I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds,neglecting to seperate them from the
flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.
When I had shed enough tears,I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the
birds chirping a new song.
I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
and instead of weeds,I saw flowers. Where there were empty patches of dirt,I saw seedlings
and the possibility of new beginnings.

With pen and paper
I sit here and wander,
what there is
that I could possibly ponder
worth writing
for someone to read.
Waterfalls
with sunlight cascading,
with the mists
twisting their way
through a green canopy
to the south
as I look at
the panoramic view
from a rock ledge,
on a stone face
hundreds of feet up.
Lying down,
broken and confused,
lyrical thoughts
pass harmonicly,
landing within reach
of the parchment
its inked on,
lasting long enough
to get a verse or two.
Letting ones mind
race and wander,
learning the art
of insanity,
loving nothing
with a heart of stone
loathing not having
someone to write about.

One year in H*ll and three years in Purgatory
From the burning wastelands to the frigid cold
Walking on blisters and dreaming of the sun
Lost in the darkness, lost in the night
On the rim of the forsaken was a forest
The wind whistled through the trees above
Voices in the distance, light among the shadows
Strong were the roots held tightly in the ground
About them was peace beyond words
A respite from the cold and dark
Drawing from the earth, prosperous in the rain
The gift of the trees was protection, or redemption?
I walked among them one evening and there was a glow
Far away from my shackles and torment
Safe passage? Forgivness? Was this the light?
I stole away from my prison and there was life there
Life to fill my heart and soul and the trees were silent
They know of the pain and cry their leaves in sorrow
For the passing of the season, for the little death in us all
Their wisdom is simple, rebirth is but a cycle
Though it pains them so for every year they die
Waiting to be reborn again with the season
They saved me, the trees on the edge of Purgatory
Their leaves are the fallen martyrs
Teaching the lesson of the Kanawhan Arbors

I forget
at times
how much
this hurts.
Like a butterfly
whose wings have been
torn apart
I sit here
quivering inside
closing my eyes
as I let waves of pain
wash over me
knowing that I
cannot ever
overcome
completely.
The nature of pain
is not to destroy
but to make the pained
wish for destruction
as the ocean yearns
for the shore.
I forget
at times
how much
this hurts.
Like a vein to my heart
that has been cut
I am bleeding out
precious crimson liquid
seeping through my body
filling me with a languor
so close to pleasure
that it is unbearable
but unmistakable for pain
and that overwhelms
my senses
asking more
of my empty shell to fill
then I have.
The nature of pain
is to lie quietly by
waiting for the right moment
to show its ugly face
to rear its head
that reminds me so of fear
that holds you in its clutches
thirsting for you to beg
to be
let go.
I forget
at times
how much
this hurts.
Like lenses
placed by fingertip
on lucky eyes
each morning
this pain focuses
sharp and clear
on a pinpoint
somewhere between
my gut
and my heart
and I blink
fitting these contacts
around the iris
so that all the pain
pouring from my eyes
is stopped
held in
pushed back
inside
so that no one sees
except me
through this clarity
newfound
unwelcome.
The nature of pain
is to fall quietly
and hit with a sound
that resounds
through the caverns
of your mind
like the screech
of a trapped
bird of prey.
I forget
at times
how much
this hurts.
Like a lonely fish
venturing down
to the bottom of the sea
I did not see
the creature
fearsome
toothed wide jaw
glowing green light
hanging to light
its gruesome mask
that was hiding
behind that rock
lying in wait
for me to swim
around the corner
so it could use
the element of surprise
to take me down
quickly.
The nature of pain
is to systematically
break down
the only part of you
that ever matters
into tiny pieces
not available for recovery
which
even if you could
do not fit together anymore
so much
have they been mangled
by the force of that pain
until there is nothing left
but an intense desire
not to live.
I forget
at times
how much
this hurts.
And as I remember
I forget
myself
and I am lost
swirling as this pain
washes over me
overwhelms me
surprises me
and won’t let go.

I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind.
Giving time more time.
Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted.
Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted.
Here I stand a man with no set destination.
No guides no plan , no helping hand.
Just heroes for who I show admiration.
Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire.
Just another chance to form iron from this ire.
All these thoughts that have been written down left unread.
So hard to forget the words never spoken.
How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token.
How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken.
These forms and ideas together they untwine.
How each dark thought sprouts in the night.
How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.

The water's dried up,
trees broken and dead,
the pleasant scent of decay
permeates from everywhere,
sinking into the pores
of my nose,
burning away any other smell.
I watch my pack...
I guess twist is the best word,
backs hunching more
as they try to become upright.
Front legs elongate,
paws dragging on the ground.
Hair falling out in clumps,
the patches left
growing longer,
all ragged and nappy,
almost like dreadlocks.
Ears wilt,
snouts shorten
and widen
sprouting more teeth
than can naturally fit.
They make the mistake
of thinking they
rule the pack now,
wrong.
I pick the one
I had given her
and rake my claws
across the gut,
spilling intestines
and gore
on the dead ground,
then while
it lays there wailing
I dip my hand
within it
and use its blood
to draw a pentical
on the soil around it,
sacrificing it,
to lock myself
in a darker state,
my old self,
the best part of me.
As the ritual finishes
I howl blood red rage
at the moon,
turning the fog crimson
as it thickens
to engulf the unfortunate.

His whispers are like the wind
As he rests his head on me
Soft cries of a lover lost
His tears are like the seas
Wilting with the pain
As he falls apart
From words left unsaid
A lover’s broken heart
I wrap my arms around him
He drifts off to sleep
It isn’t any wonder
Why this willow weeps

Like most, I revel in being on the ocean beach,
There's a majesty, a magic, beyond words reach,
The word "awe" is insufficient as a description,
On it's effect on most
It's power, it's immensity,
Beyond the power of words,
And, more mysterious still,
It's soothing effect on the mind,
Unmatched by any drug company...
When my wife's infidelity
Drove me from my home and children,
I went to the beach, sat on a bench
In the early summer afternoon,
Seeking it's strength,
It's powerful tranquility...
I miscalculated one thing,
The views of loving couples,
Happy families,
These sights were arrows
In my weakened heart,
And I went home all the sadder.
It's strength,
My weakness,
The weakness is human,
The strength is nature,
It took me years to realize
This natural distinction.

Lost his mate,
Sits on a branch all day
Singing to her
Though she's gone
Squirrel,
In obvious distress
Her mate flattened in a street
Such devotion
Though he's gone
I guess it's the way of the world
We all mourn our losses
We all grieve our dead
I guess it's the way of the world.

Just one of those days,
Wrong in many ways,
Nothing goes right,
For anything I need, I have to fight.
Lawyer pisses me off,
Social services too,
The clinic gives me 16 perscriptions,
The pharmacy says, "Not for you!!"
On the phone all day
Makin' no headway,
I finally give up, and go to bed
Juggling curses inside my head
Somedays you're the windshield
Somedays you're the bug,
Seems like today,
I hit a clear wall,
My bug wings smashed
To the roadside I fall.

At a low point in my life,
Recently seperated from
a cheating wife,
My dear mother had soon
there after died...
And my numbed heart
only cried,
To top it off, I'd lost
my job...
Another reason for me to sob
At that time my tears
were damp,
I considered taking
life's exit ramp..
I found myself one
spring afternoon
On the boardwalk
contemplating doom
When suddenly I did
realize
Just what lay before my eyes...
The awesome size and
power of the ocean
Of which I didn't have
a notion
Of how and when it was
born,
To that thought my
curiousity was drawn..
How many 8 oz. glasses
of water does it hold?
And tell me, if you can,
just how old?
But mostly, how'd it
come to pass,
How long for God to
cast...
Just minutes earlier
I'd felt so sad
Seeing each couple,
seemingly glad
To be with the one
they love,
Blessed by God above.
Each happy look
burned deep,
Why can't I find
love to keep?
But the ocean set
me a perspective,
And now that I was
reflective,
Perhaps I can
carry on,
And live with
the fact my old
world was gone.

Rigged green vines
coiling upon a cold steel gate,
within,
a numbing mist hangs over the land.
Twisted, dreary trees
stand solitarily
amongst the stone garden.
Listen,
you can hear their groans and sighs,
wheezing in the eerie stillness.
The creeping fog clings to tree and stone
like hands around an infants throat.
No eyes,
nor ears keep watch
over this chaoticly happy haven,
for no one enters or leaves
but me.
This is my dwelling of depression.
Here I rule with blood and bone.
Sorrow and Rage are my knights,
from here I send them out
to reek havoc on the world.

To be trapped
and surrounded by water
that's what I want
For it to be raining so much
that I can't go anywhere
I have to stay
and let it be a part of me
To feel nothing
and no one would know the difference
except for those that love me

drop
one
two
three
rain drops that fall for thee,
drops
four
five
and six
merely a temporary fix,
seven
eight
nine
drops that washed away what I couldn't find,
ten
eleven
and twelve
rain drops when were needed... fell,
thirteen
fourteen
fifteen
turned the ground green,
sixteen
seventeen
eighteen
funny how rain drops set you free,
from nineteen
to twenty
I see to many rain drops to count
like the tears that fall from me.

A lady stares
Her tears tumble down
They form a pool
As she stares
The pool grows
She sits on an island
Surrounded by a lake
The tears still fall
Sadness peers out from her eyes
Her sorrow consumes
It fills leaving a hollow shell
Her soul departs with each tear
The lake is her being
She is free
Her soul drifts up to the sky
It blesses each star
Her face stares down from the moon
She is Lady Night

I feel trapped
It's sort of depressing.
It comes down
in so many ways
Some people love it
the sound it makes
the way it looks
the feel
Once I'm able to be soaked to the bone
then I think I'll be satisfied
Go out there when I'm upset and I could cry
and no one would know the difference